A little bird all alone,
Afraid her nest will get blown.
Finds an owner for a day,
Only to get shot down and served on a tray.
The little bird had so much to give
But cut short when she could not live.
She thought she was a rose in a sea of thorns,
But she was just a piece of meat waiting to be torn.
Devoured to bones and left on the silver tray,
The owner took off in search of his next prey.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC
A little bird all alone,
Afraid her nest will get blown.
Finds an owner for a day,
Only to get shot down and served on a tray.
The little bird had so much to give
But cut short when she could not live.
She thought she was a rose in a sea of thorns,
But she was just a piece of meat waiting to be torn.
Devoured to bones and left on the silver tray,
The owner took off in search of his next prey.
Worthless and discarded just like that
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