The birds returning to their
Nest , the little ones under
The night sky , the stars shimmering
Like a wiggly worm , mom looking
At the young , Tired unable
To move , she cries and pebble
In the nest , falls below on
The ground , all burnt upon
The soil dead , the pain
The animals , no land to live in
No food to eat , god save us
From the inhumane kind , be kind to us.
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
The birds returning to their
Nest , the little ones under
The night sky , the stars shimmering
Like a wiggly worm , mom looking
At the young , Tired unable
To move , she cries and pebble
In the nest , falls below on
The ground , all burnt upon
The soil dead , the pain
The animals , no land to live in
No food to eat , god save us
From the inhumane kind , be kind to us.