Poetry

Broken Wings

 

Broken wings and tattered feathers

Scattered patches on the lawn

In fear – unmoving, waiting, watching

Loser flees the force that won

No more hope for life, protection

Nothing left with which to fight

Lured out by cruel deception

Too late…comes the stark insight

Lost! The sense of peace and safety

Danger urges you to flight

But broken wings and tattered feathers

strain in pain but reach no height

 

Broken wings and tattered feathers

Cold the body, glazed the eye

No one mourns the soul that passes

No one stops to wonder why

No one cares to understand it

No one near will lend a hand

Victims fall as victors planned it

and the carnage floods our land

Broken wings and tattered feathers

Death is better than to die

For darkness howls in frenzied victory

when our heart can no more fly

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