Look Up, My Children, Look Up

How to live in the confusion.

I will teach my children to listen to the birds 

they will learn the joy of the morning song

for no matter where they roam in the world 

despite the torments of life that whirl 

around them and sweep away their hope 

the birds will help them look up, away from the slopes 

of constant insecurity and teach them to pause

for in that place and break from evil's jaws, 

my children can breathe in the freedom 

of a kingdom

That will let them fly. 

The End

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