RIP

'we do not care,
we do not care for the
wingless'

Day will break,
rock will drown,
gulls  will scream
‘we do not care,
we do not care for the
wingless’

take no offence.

The Earth will spin,
23.5 degrees of apathy,
365 days of solitude
babe is born and dies alone,

take no offence.

Mother  will breathe,
Father  will perspire,
brother sister grandmother
neighbour on the street
will still yawn

take no offence.

Guns will fire,
children will scream and
innocent burn
flesh fires rage
fingertips shrivel
mingling sobs

Take no offence.

The End

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