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The black birds fly
Spreading their feathery wings
Contrasting with the greying sky,
The incoming storm,
But they do not care
They still spread their wings
Against the wind and Godโs Wrath,
Against the world
They hold up the sky,
Soaring, as they break free
From eternity, blissful
On the wind currents they soar
And I watch them,
Trapped behind glass and granite
Hard wood floors and slamming locker doors
Stuck like gum on the bottom of a chair
Stuck, trapped here
In a building which boasts greatness
But harbors theives
Granite and wood that are polished
Like we all should be
But too many leap from the nest
Without learning how to fly
And so the little black bird falls,
Then sadly dies.ย
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