I'm close to tears,
As their tears of joy near.
It frightens me to even think of it,
Yet I do,how shall they celebrate when they actually win?
My fear is witnessing that.
My tear will be rolling down my cheek.
As they tear apart another bird,
Before the monument of a revered man.
In green they shall reign distraction in the city streets.
And molest an innocent bird that least understands the game.
No-wonder,why the coveted seat of flames and fame eludes them.
Humility is a gem.
(Secret)
They dont understand that,their language is rocks and harrasing nature,
Such a meaningless future awaits.
Looming death for something perhaps bigger than a black big bird.
For that I'm sad.
My tear falls to the grass.
Even before they receive the trophy cause i know,
It will be worse than sighting the black crow.
M.O.O aka C.E
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