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Silently observing all below me as I soar the billowy skies,
I see the destructive, abusive ways of the humans inhabiting the Earth, Hear their cries for peace that remain unheard, Though I can do nothing, I’m only a bird I see all, but cannot question why I’ve formed opinions, yet cannot voice them Still I cry out, hoping to be heard, Though I can do nothing, I’m only a bird I soar the open skies in the hope of finding a place where things are different, complete, But thus far my travels have been for naught Some may think me crazy, the idea a trifle absurd, For yes, I’m only a bird But a living creature am I, Just as you and your kind Created by God to wander this Earth. I must thank him that I’m only a bird *NOTE: THE BIRD IS AN EAGLE* for those interested in knowing what bird inspired this poem.*
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