The world was once bright
The world now is dull
I am here
Watching it renege on its promises
The place I claim my home
I hardly find a niche to hold
No place to walk on
Piercing broken promises
Littered everywhere in the land
Promises that don't come to pass
They crystalize in our woes.
Trees stand shedding tears
That mould into fallen leaves
Fruits are not what to talk
About now
For buds wax barren
And nests of birds devoid of eggs
Birds themselves are shy
Afraid to roost on the boughs
Dead, unable to take their weights
Sleep is far from my eye
If it closes at all
What I see are broken dreams
Where are the flowers and fruits
Nectar and honey that once
Belong to the world?
The world has swallowed everything
In its greed
We are yawning like a new bird
In a nest
Waiting for the mother to bring
Its food.
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