lately i've been searching for words to feed my thoughts
like birds seek worms for the mouths of their chicks
that chirp when hungry to get the attention of their parent
who nursed them to maturity so that one day
those babes can spread their wings and fly
into the open and out of the nest that nurtured &
protected them for the world which can be
harsh &
cruel &
cold &
dark &
now that i'm gathering these thoughts &
putting them in to words i feel like i can relate
to both the young and old birds that
search for feed and chirp out of need
to continue living because of the force
that courses throughout their being
giving meaning to the very existence
from which they were hatched &
though my humanity is unmatched
i envy their view for seeing things
from a birds eye so high in the sky
that sometimes i wish that i could fly
away from the days that appear here
so harsh
so cruel
so cold &
so dark
that my heart cries within my chest
because of the gloom and misery that is abreast
as the world writhes in unrest
delivering death with every breath
breathed by those who bleed
so that their essence can be freed
from the bonds that bind
their souls and minds
with holds that grind
both skulls and spines
until all that is left is ashes and dust
but just as gold is refined &
stands bold after time in the furnace
so does the one who endures the fires
of those who try to burn us
with the flames of injustice &
corruption &
deception &
destruction
that grips the planet as if with invisible hand
dividing and conquering man in each and every land
knowing that united and indivisible we stand
so they strive to make us fall every new year
with balls and bashes to eliminate middle &
lower classes until they have us in hazardus
situations facing elimination
but here we stand at the precipice of liberation
awaiting the coronation of the cronwed king
who will bring in millennial peace
from the east to the west
to wipe away every tear from every eye &
do away with the kiss of death
until all that is left is the song birds sing
every morn when during spring
as from the mountain tops
some time soon freedom will ring...
like birds seek worms for the mouths of their chicks
that chirp when hungry to get the attention of their parent
who nursed them to maturity so that one day
those babes can spread their wings and fly
into the open and out of the nest that nurtured &
protected them for the world which can be
harsh &
cruel &
cold &
dark &
now that i'm gathering these thoughts &
putting them in to words i feel like i can relate
to both the young and old birds that
search for feed and chirp out of need
to continue living because of the force
that courses throughout their being
giving meaning to the very existence
from which they were hatched &
though my humanity is unmatched
i envy their view for seeing things
from a birds eye so high in the sky
that sometimes i wish that i could fly
away from the days that appear here
so harsh
so cruel
so cold &
so dark
that my heart cries within my chest
because of the gloom and misery that is abreast
as the world writhes in unrest
delivering death with every breath
breathed by those who bleed
so that their essence can be freed
from the bonds that bind
their souls and minds
with holds that grind
both skulls and spines
until all that is left is ashes and dust
but just as gold is refined &
stands bold after time in the furnace
so does the one who endures the fires
of those who try to burn us
with the flames of injustice &
corruption &
deception &
destruction
that grips the planet as if with invisible hand
dividing and conquering man in each and every land
knowing that united and indivisible we stand
so they strive to make us fall every new year
with balls and bashes to eliminate middle &
lower classes until they have us in hazardus
situations facing elimination
but here we stand at the precipice of liberation
awaiting the coronation of the cronwed king
who will bring in millennial peace
from the east to the west
to wipe away every tear from every eye &
do away with the kiss of death
until all that is left is the song birds sing
every morn when during spring
as from the mountain tops
some time soon freedom will ring...
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