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A poem that speaks the truth
What does that mean
Birds of a feather
Are we in flight
Do we constantly sing
Do we nest for a short time
Then let our newborns fly away
I’ve heard this phrase so many times before
Yet it still puzzles me
We seem to be nothing like Birds of a Feather
We seem to always be in a virtual daze
We seem to always be striving for more power
We want only for ourselves
and the greed shows
We don’t express enough love to our fellow man
At times not even to the ones that are close to us
We fuss about everything
We can’t agree on our politics
Our politicians only worry about getting elected
We fight for every dollar we make
Taxes are too high
The cost of living is getting out of hand
Racial inequality still exists in the greatest country on earth
Are we still The Greatest Country on Earth
Not enough people care about the future of Global Warming
We just don’t seem to care about what is important these days
How can anyone say we are
Birds of a Feather.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #220)
