Birth among missiles,
Birth among deaths,
Life began with blood
All around me while I stood alone.
2nd May and its aftermath,
My home was never the same.
Yet I was rooted,
Still standing strong today, 1945 to 2018.
Never had a family,
Never knew loss,
When in hindsight,
I lost it all the moment I was born.
Bloodshed came to a halt,
They surrendered, the murderers.
Dried blood and decayed flesh,
My food for years to come.
They destroyed my home,
Failed efforts of uprooting me, I stood still.
The only one of my kind
There ever existed.
8th May 1945, VE Day.
The murderers surrendered
To other murderers.
The sport of war ended.
Life in isolation,
Life in danger,
I could die any moment now,
The only and last of my kind.
How would you feel,
Knowing this brutal truth,
Your death is coming,
And your home is killing you.
You can't leave,
You're rooted.
You see death in front of your eyes,
Your kind will die with you, soon.
I'm strong, still surviving,
In this suicidal world,
Created to kill,
I'm living.
You know me now,
I'm the one and only,
Just a tree, born alone,
Just living strong, immovable.
My name is PB, find me, save me before I die, before I leave this world as the last of my kind.
Help me.
Find me, please.
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Encrypted Introspection
RastgeleA little bird's diary for when he was growing up, until now, when he is still flying after being flightless for so long. Written in ambiguous English, these texts have hidden meanings to the bird's life at every stage of his growth. The workings of...
