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The White Bird Flies

When the white bird flies, the sky catches on fire. Then the fire bleeds to the village and the village burns. Do not be mistaken, this is how you catch the bad guys. We must catch the bad guys. Don’t you know? When the white bird flies, she purifies in flame. Replaces evil with ash and ash cannot stop the oil flow. But wait, there was a mistake. backspace, backspace. Control alt delete. It is too late, the sky already burns. And when the sky burns, so does the village. These were children, Where were the bad guys? When the white bird fails It flies a thousand homes to its mother. “We will try again, tomorrow,” she says and then she turns the screen black. Still the village burns and children become orphans, but the oils keeps flowing, it always keeps flowing.
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darrenx1
Published
Mar 27, 2015
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A poem about drones and illegal wars.

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#war#sad#protest#anti-war#illegal#drone
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