Little Bird

Little Bird
Written by Adam M. Snow

Does the little bird not
know sorrow?
It drifts alone in the open air,
untouched by either
blue of the ocean
or the sky above;
untouched by the bloodshed stains
of the earth below.

Does the little bird not
know sorrow?
Like the tears
of unborn children,
dead before birth with
their question burning
forever, "Why?"

Does the little bird not
know sorrow?
Perched on a tree,
watching man fall
before its eyes.
Is there no compassion
from that little bird
towards humanity?

Does the little bird not
feel sorrow?
Like the tears
of millions of hungry children,
cold without a home.
Their voice muted,
by the wars of greed;
their deaths in vain,
blood on our hands.

Does the little bird not
know sorrow, like we do?
Unable to fly
so freely like the bird,
lost in our own ways
of life;
the endless greed,
the pointless bloodshed,
millions of lies.

Does the little bird not
know sorrow?
Always flying so freely,
freedom on its wings;
untouched by either
blue of the ocean
or the sky above;
untouched by the bloodshed stains
of the earth below.

Does it feel sorrow?
That little bird,
who greets the morning
with a song;
always cheerful,
always chirping.
What does the little bird feel?
Is it sorrow?
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Author's Note

Can you believe I was inspire by a little poem from the anime Little Busters episode 13... The original poem I saw from the show was this, "Does the white bird not feel sorrow? It drifts alone, untouched by either the blue above in the sky or the blue of the ocean." Of course I tried to make it my own, obviously. Care to comment what you think?

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

The little bird is unlike us, not forever trapped in the loop of ignorance. We humans can never learn the falter of our past and future mistakes, for our human nature was already stained to begin with. The little bird is like a watch tower. It is there, looking at both the good side and bad side of the world but unable to move from its place and has no real impact on the world around it. Cursed to see us humans repeat the pain of not understanding each other and thus generating mistakes but the bird does not care for something so trivial. Unlike us, the bird is not bound by the shackles that keeps us humans from reaching true salvation. The little bird has already tasted the nectar of true freedom, will we have the chance to also taste true freedom? I liked this masterpiece. Very well written.

Good job :D

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you, I get most of my inspiration from my perspective on the world.

[Nightfeather]

Than we are much alike. For my inspiration is also forged by the continues maelstrom of the thoughts, lives and places around me :)

[MoriartyMesa]

I think the late great King of Pop had this feeling, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4tpuu-Up90

[John Anderson]

Your language and imagery are outstanding

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you :)