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A Bird Sings

A country lane, awakening Spring,
hedges and trees, leafy offering.
Young lambs bounding across the field.
The willow soon its catkin yield
and a bird sings peace.

A sparkling brook, a rabbit plays.
Dry rutted track, meandering ways.
First butterflies from chrysalis state.
An old cat sitting by cottage gate
and a bird sings peace

Distant Country, season blurred,
Spring is but another word.
Broken bodies, a young child cries,
terrorist action, in soldier guise
and no bird sings peace.

Newly dead by rotting carcass,
sour war smell and burning houses,
all gone now but a new disease.
Homeless, hungry refugees
and no birds sing.

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