I was in my balcony one morning, 
seeings the after effects of a bomb blast. 
Reaching into my ears were the cries of mourning, 
I turned to make my way back, but I heard wings rustling 

I whirled around and looked upon a bird with fine plumage, 
it perched upon a ledge, its skin glowing in the morning sun 
Its wings were silver streaked with grey symbolizing great age, 
He threw his head up, opened it’s beak and cooed to me . 

It cooed to me, it cooed to me 

I was not blessed with the birds language but a bond we shared. 
It cooed, singing the evils of men. 
He spoke of carnage caused by people who no longer cared 
about the plight of others. 

It spoke of how we laid our intelligence to waste, 
how we fell prey to our desires 
and committed acts like rape, murder while in our haste, 
we forget to see people as fellow human beings. 

It cooed to me, it cooed to me. 

It’s eyes told me, humans owned the world 
but we forget the flock,pack and shoal. 
Selfishly we go towards our own cause, our own goal. 
Selfishness runs in our veins and so does deceit. 

We choke the goodness out of people. 
Our minds falls prey to our materialistic desires. 
Hearts are broken, bonds splintered. 
Edging to the sea of doom, we are at the end of the pier 

Parents abuse children, children abandon parents 
virtues like patience and honesty are buried. 
The elderly are mistreated, the young traumatized
to the doom of all, we are hurried 

By our evil society, by our evil society. 

We sowed the goodness, but sowed it too deep, 
it has yet to take root, we can only wait. 
For surely the night is darkest before dawn, 
all evil shall pass, if opened is, the Pure Gate. 

It cooed to me, it cooed to me. 

It’s eyes had wisdom, greater then the knowledge,
of a thousandfold man combined. 
If every man may follow the advice, the world will arrive at a bridge. 
The bridge that transforms one from this world of evil, 
reach “the place of pure goodness” we will.