Wondrous creature: a white bird soaring high.
Silvered body, diamond-encrusted wings,
Voice of an angel.
Who would not wish to possess such magnificence?

Sudden fall from grace.
Man makes a dive,
Cradles the creature –
It’s still alive.

Caresses its wings,
Little bird sings.
Man beats its head,
Slowly, with a hammer until it’s dead.

Its white wings tinted pink
With the blood of the innocents.
Man frowns and heaves a sigh:
“Didn’t mean to make it die”.

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