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The scene, this morning,
was like it has always been,
I woke in my Eyrie,
Perched high up in the trees,
By the buzz of the bees,
And as it has always been,
My babies poked me,
For I needed to bring,
Home the little fish,
Who always kept wriggling,
And struggling, to leave,
The might of my beak,
It is not that I liked it,
But I had to feed,
It was God’s pre-designated, continuous destiny,
So, I stood upright,
Muzzled them goodbye,
And took flight,
Soon I gained much height,
And soared in the skies,
Glistening in the crimson sun shine,
With a humble pride,
Of being a good mother,
I had to, I had no other,
To love, in this harsh world,
Swooping down, I maneuvered,
Ropes of thunder tied on poles,
In the lake they were submerged,
Forming roads and turns,
Humans make me disgust their works.
And there they were,
The jumping fish, waiting,
To fulfill their destiny,
I curled my wings,
And unfurled my talons,
And with a gaze keen,
And a ferocious velocity, I dashed,
And from the water I snatched,
The babies’ treat,
And turned around, swiftly,
Towards the Eyrie,
I thought happily,
We shall live another day and eat,
When I heard something in the trees,
It was an unusually loud buzzing of the bees.
I saw coming from the trees,
The wretched human machines,
They were flying and not much bigger than me,
They were faster and came in a flock,
And their bellies carried a stock,
Of weapons, poisonous and wearing a mask of invisibility,
They circled the town, and the lake,
Amused birds, and human beings,
Staring at them ignorantly,
Their buzz increased,
And then suddenly,
Like heavy clouds they released,
From their metallic beaks,
Thick smoke of endless quantity,
Taste of which sour than tuna of the worst quality.
It burned me, choked me,
The fish fell from my beak,
I felt weak, increasingly,
My bones pained as if they would tweak,
I flew towards my Eyrie,
With horror drumming heavy beats,
I saw birds falling off trees,
And I reached my babies, with impossible difficulty,
Everything went silent, as death began to speak,
I fell on my nest, and even my best,
Couldn’t have stopped the humans’ tyranny,
And in this feather eroding agony,
Never would I have screeched,
Like I sneezed,
And forever went to sleep, with the rest,
Our death decided by a human spread disease.
~ Rafi Syed (Mr.Green)
Note: This poem speaks of how controlled biometric weapons like influenzas and other diseases are spread to decrease population.