The Birds Poem by Carhle Saey

This is not the last time, nor the first,
Nor the best,
Nor the worst,
Yet the birds continue to refuse to sing,
The warplanes deafen the blooming spring,
And now where can the silent birds lay? ,
They may never lay among the fallen trees.
For the wood lights brighter as the flames grow higher,
Was the burning of the wood worth the flames of desire?
No one may know, yet the victors of war,
But someday the birds may fly again,
And sing, and bring the call of peace,
And the duality of war may ceases,
But until then I see no sight to an end.