Tuesday, December 16, 2014

the flute player


The flute player
Under the shades of trees
Sitting on the bench
Playing his sad melody

The birds stop by to listen
The insects and bees stay on the leaves
Listening to his sad whispering
The flute player sings with his fingers

The ills of the nation
The weak government hiding in shadows
Afraid to see the truth
The extremist groups playing up the issues

They called themselves hero of their race
The truth is the race never encouraged them
The race never endorsed their kind
They will bring chaos and unhappiness

The flute player keeps playing
The quick fingers hitting the chords
The sad melody ringing in the silent wind
Of a time we lived in peaceful carefree ways

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