Goodbye!

Clouds rush blindly across the sky,

in a frenzied search so high,

we search for love.

Tired birds so often sigh,

for a resting place by and by,

they shatter our hearts.

Birds search low and high,

for a place called home to lie,

they keep us hungry.

We wonder like kites,

orphaned guys, with friends and parents alive,

we have no one.

Our wounds fester and fight,

of want and blight,

but they hug from the frontside,

and stab in the backside.

Trust not their sighs,

their faces, their lies,

for they hiss with laughter,

and present a picture so snug.

Darkness they serve with a smile,

husbands, sisters, brothers, wives,

but sons in kings palaces of hunger die,

and daughters of coat makers of frost bite.

With one hand they kill a fly and with another cry.

They stepped on our side

and smiled with the heel of their shoe.

In a crowd of happy people and cries,

We mourned from below while,

they sang and cheered.

So in a rush, paradventure alike,

we might find a resting site,

in a world beyond.

Let us die.

My friend, goodbye.

For these souls, do not cry.

But for loss of love and pity cry,

because there are many mourners for the grave side.

But for the truth, none.