Humming and droning,
The steel bird flies unseen
over skies of misery.
Silent as destiny,
unfeeling as a dagger in the assassin's hand,
the steel bird drops his cargo of death
over lands of misery.
Then flies back home.
No names, no places, no dreams, no guilt
Ever bothers the steel bird.
It was a game,
It was for real,
And now back home,
No one to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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