Broken Winged
I see through the eyes of the decieved
The Broken Winged Bird sings
A melodious song that prolongs
Misery, Pain, Torture, Shame.
I hear through the ears of the torn
The Broken Winged Bird sings
for the moment
I feel the solemn trees eavesdrop
on his melodious rhyme
the strife he has been through
should be a crime
I taste the bitterness from the tree branch
it only hears but doesn’t listen to
The Broken Winged Bird’s cry
Oh, But the effort to survive is admirable
for such a determined creature
It cries
It cries for freedom to fly
freedom from the tree of death
unto the sky of life.