Concrete cradle accept
thus, my soul handed
to save the worthy
young creature, your
own lament remains
unheard for the lullaby
of the great betrayer
momma bird
human hand smell
such a detraction, a
distraction, even,
from parental love, are you
little bird
proof of apathy, right to negate meaningful existence?
little bird?
I ask, answer, your weak strokes no effect to child hands,
little bird,
innocence shattered truly mother hides her manhandled affection for her
little bird,
But as in answer
to all life's problems
cry, heal, fly, freedom
forget.