The Sparrow Poem by Anisa Tara

I was told to not be afraid of life
Since the sparrow is not without care
And the flowers are dressed in glory
And there are numbers for each hair

But I have every reason to be afraid
I've seen carnage on dark streets
My own heart crushed in the dust
Mangled with rotten sparrow meat

I have another reason to be afraid
I've seen flowers in wretched shades
Lying there with dead sparrows
Bodies without hair on their heads

If there exist such inconsistencies
To everything written in stone
I might be better off believing
That I am truly alone