I saw a lame mynah outside today
Had she, three wings for just two
Hobbling imbalanced, away from this observer
Turning back towards thy melancholic school...
Sat me down, within the machine
Did I stop to offer a pray'r
For the meek little one, never to fly
Ill-fated underachiever
Yet have we 'birds' like these around?
Our eyes, exist to confound and enshroud
A compassion for the unloved and lost
Just pray tell, it's not too late at all...
Before one is lost, within the hollow chasms of apathy.
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