Dead Raven

Another wrecked world built on a sand foundation.

There is no hope of this lasting.

The rivers we've cried are raging.

Cutting away, eroding the hope that has fuelled our wings.

We soar through a sky where the raven has died.

Chem trail reasoning leaves little room for doubt.

A broken wing is nothing more than an excuse not to try.

You look so very small and alone down there

Why have you brought me here?

Your army was so much stronger there.

This poisoned air we are forced to breathe

All this cinder and smoke, hot potatoe

A child's game turned lethal.

Jet stream clouds only serve to heighten your hallucination

Perhaps that's why you can settle back in so quickly

As though my attempt to fly never happened

As though you never promised anything

You are my venom, you are my sting

You are my chain, my everything

But to cling, simply because we've been taught not to let go?

Sometimes they get the lesson wrong.

Leave it to Beaver, I'll take the cleaver

June may have been content but I'm not.

The air is thin, but my wings are strong

Hide & seek in a foreign sky

I can't believe our raven's died.

NH

2013