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One tiny tree alone.
The birds have no home.
All have been burned or died.
Birds just fall from the sky.
The earth is naked and bare.
People just never gave a care.
Lying all over the ground.
Dead people - animals - and circus clowns.
Yet, the earth is in flight.
FALLOUT FROM BOMBS, blinding sight.
Only a bird looking for a limb.
Plus feathers dull and looking slim.
No worms left in the ground.
No bugs to feed and make round.
No place for a gentle nest.
No birds flying looking for rest.
Just a naked song from the JEST-Errrrr.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
