Never did I spot a bird
Whose wings bear just the sky.
Though humanity's quite absurd,
It's foolishly where they fly.
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Home is something besides not seen,
Yet still, the sky's forever blue.
So down they come to grace the green,
And to follow up what man can do.
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Why, oh why, do you pull to us,
Where confusion reigns and pain commands?
Where we try to back in all that was,
And blood is glazed on all hands?
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Fly up there, my little bird.
Behold in innocence, in joy, in light.
Lucky is she who has not heard
The sounds of death and cries of night.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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Comments (4)
It's a beautiful poem.
Oh my! love the idea of this! so so true!!!
This was so poignant yet so beautifully written. Loved your poem!
This is so profound. Being on the ground is safe for humans, and birds can’t stay in the air, there is no food there. Love the poem, shows how we all long for freedom.