Tal Machenry Poems

Let me tell you a cold story
of this lonely little bird
Who flew in skies of gold and glory
Whose song, for miles, would be heard
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Puppets, we hang, on a string
Like birds we fly, we try and sing
Captives held in the world's cage
All locked in our gold-studded cage
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In this world of ash and dust
The strange trails walked betray us

With little hope and heart
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