They all flew away,
'cept one,
flapping and shrieking.
That mad timid one
was the only one who stayed behind
murmuring a promise.
Sadly, his guileless innocence
was his fall.
Like a babe in the woods.
The world has its peculiar way-
for them promises are mere words
that change like the seasons.
They all do, not one is different.
That stupid one gets left behind
cowering and fighting a battle
no one will see.
A lost cause.
They're all the same,
just fighting for their own.
They are all the same,
they change for their own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem