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A robin perched upon tree,
Watching all the world pass by.
A world a-bustle full of glee,
The red-breasted bird takes to the sky.
He watches all the world pass by.
A beaded eye, a burdened wing,
But as a bird he cannot cry.
He has but one sad song to sing.
His world is fading, falling, crumbling.
All the chaos crashing down,
All the world is suffering,
A terrifying sound.
He sings his sad song to the world,
He has so much to say.
When all the world has come unfurled,
Another dying day.
Oil spills and blinding smog,
He cannot fly away.
Caught within this world of fogs
It is his dying day.
His song no long lingers.
His breath no longer heavy.
Gone now are all the singers
from this world so corrupt and deadly.

By Damian Andrew Hesse