Three Little Birds Sat On My Window

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Three Little Birds Sat On My Window

as the canary lies on where three birds slain
and the moon descends for the morning's rain
the stench of that which was once to be - finished it stays
it's body discovers that it's death delays, decays
pitiful little bird so perhaps not meant to be
it's wings clipped - it's freedom sold away
still life holds true to what promise it gives
to remove all flight, even with much might
to remove all light, to lose every fight
as a calf learns a thing or two
when her mother becomes food for me and you
i have learnt, that the pain of life stays
it does not end when i close my eyes
every night becomes the end of accumulated pain
every morning, the sunshine's rain
and tomorrow is just another day