Confessions of an Injured Bird

Confessions of an Injured Bird

A Poem by Neroscuro
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A poem about our treatment towards planet Earth.

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With eyes closed
We see this injured bird,
Who cannot flap it’s wings
In pride.


There’s no pride
On being
Caged,
With Strangers.


How many times
Will we hurt this
Bird?


Rip it’s feathers to build
our homes with it’s plumes
on top of it’s Pride.


Poison it’s respiration with
Air no lungs can breathe
Like it’s a monstrous
Thug.


Ironic isn’t it,
Our treatment towards
Birds?


It gave to us a gift
We cannot recreate nor return:
Life.


This free bird that flies
Free through black
Oceans,


Leader of the flock
That revolves around the
Phoenix.


It could fly free
With no tumor to slow it
But it’s his job to take care of this
Galling fleas.


No more will it fly
Prideful.

© 2010 Neroscuro


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good piece !! the images are great , the content is good , more lyrical than poetic, well done keep it up

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Neroscuro
Neroscuro

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I don't know what to write here. It's devastating, so I'll just start with the facts. I'm Colombian (Nice country, and not all that guerilla and cocaine ridden as so many people think), I'm funny yet .. more..

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