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Due to our voices, no one listened to our words.
They cringed when we would squawk and cry.
We were the crows among the songbirds.
In the book of ugly birds, we were the foreword.
They frowned at our dark feathers against the blue sky.
Due to our voices, no one listened to our words.
It was our trust that wad deeply interred.
Resorted to saying, again and again, a lie.
We were the crows among the songbirds.
In your own mellifluous taunts, we were begird.
Our sharp beaks unable to speak, bound in a tie.
Due to our voices, no one listened to our words.
Our hearts were shattered into potsherds.
Into shadows we would hide.
We were the crows among the songbirds.
As if through black mud our feathers were slurred.
Our lives have since and will ossify.
Due to our voices, no one listened to our words.
We were the crowd among the songbirds.
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Snippets Of A Soul
PoetryHere I am compiling all my wackiest to saddest poems in one big bundle. It's updated very often, so keep your eye out for another addition, and enjoy! ~E.M. Flood
