Bird in a cage

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Pakistan

I was a bird flying highSaw a valley full of greenBut the people living full of greedAngry and having lustHaving no mercy or a quality bestFlying again reached a cityvery glamour with running  carsPeople were happy sitting in barsBut telling each other the secrets of warsHow to kill people causing ugly scarsThay caught me in a dark cageI lost my wings with  passing age 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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