black, white and grey

January 26, 2009
1The images of war upheld my body
For it is which that took my walk
3I stood there in the silence
As I was being mocked

5A black feather fell from the tree
That landed beside the mocking bird
I walked over to the child starring back at me
8And asked if he had herd

I could see what the boy could not
10A smile reached from side to side
I saw the real judgment and mockery
But the boy could not see me cry

13I asked him how he did it
Managed to lift his feet off the floor
And fight the urge and the pain
To spread his wings and soar

17The old child did not reply but stared
At the colorful bird which sings
19And I heard it calling to me
To fly you do not need wings

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