Raped Birds


They fly with expanded wings
They look like paper planes when scattered
Each one is special,
No two the same
They've all lived life
Each played the game
Their song is beautiful

With gun bullets flying, they tweet in sync
Closing their beak, when they've grown weak
When reality sets in and terror wins
One by one, hunters catch them in their bins
Pulling out their hearts and burning their feathers
Raping their songs, stabbing them with pins

However, raped birds wait
Raped birds wait for the song to start again
Raped birds never die,
Raped birds never lose the gift to fly

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