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A wounded bird
Abandoned and
Exiled.

He tried too hard-
They said.
Not knowing he
only wanted his
sole self freed.

He sinned and
paid the price,
They crowed
righteously.
Not knowing how
much their inner voices
protested-
Fools, don’t you realize
he only tried to make you see!

A patch of shade
Thankfully graced
his self.
Weary, yet serene,
he looked up-

Still pleading.
A prayer, spontaneous
escaped his parched self.

Forgive them, dear Lord
For they know not what they do.

The utterance sealed his fate-
As the angry mob descended
in a dark cloud.

It was time.
He simply surrendered.

To live again a thousand times
In each heart, that pecked him
to oblivion.

25 August, 07

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