Bird

Sometimes I would ask myself
Why was I born in a messed up world?
Why do I have to deal with the craziness
The greediness
And the cruelty
Of the human soul?
If I had the choice
I would have chosen to be a bird
With my wings I would rejoice…
Fly in the day...
And sleep tight at night…
No fear…
No worries!
Then I woke up the other day…
Instead of my bed
I was in a nest
Instead of my arms
I had wings!
I was a bird
Covered in beautiful colored feathers!
I took off and hit the sky
And flew up up
Up in the sky
Happy with the abrupt transition
I looked down and a human was looking at me
And before I realize
Before I could understand
That there is a weapon in his hand
BOOM!
I fell down with a thud
Covered in my blood
With him laughing, his children clapping
And died!