Birds.

When I was little we had two little parrots,

one blue and one green.

One male and one female.

The blue was mine and my sister had the green.

They were staring from their little cage,

singing and staring us for hours every day.

Eternally jailed from love.

Singing and staring us.

The blue and the green parrot.

Staring unconscious people.

Staring humans consuming.

Staring humans speaking without communicating.

Staring our egos growing each day.

Singing and staring us.

Eternally jailed for family entertainment.

All these colorful wings that never flew proud,

all these songs that never singed to others.

 

All the little things I’ve loved… but they were killed by my ignorance.

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