It is an innocent gift like the bluebird
It symbolizes joy and happiness
To some, peace and goodness
Many wish for it in their homes
It is a gift from a supernatural rod
Out of whoredom or forceful penetration
It was begotten, it came out of the blue
Then they called it an accident
Some named it unwanted
It was the result of a night of passion and pleasure
With a bastard who has no measure
Upon it’s news, he ghosted out of sight
The other bold enough and tight
Commanded it’s life be taken off
As escape from shame and stigma
The specialists’ effort was welcomed
Who plunge into its head with a surgical knife
And gasps out its air as if they own life
Some resorted to the latrine
And there it’s thrown with its innocence
On their waists, the belts suffocates its lung
Countless times were doses of misoprostol pills
The mother cbe regarded a unicorn bait,
Its chance of breath was taken away
Oh poor bluebird!
With colourful appearance
The joy and peace of homes
And a companion to the children
It’s cry was heard upon inception
Pleading for a chance to witness the world
But adamant they become
And linger on attaining their own best
And not its very well-being
Oh poor bluebird!
A free gift crafted by the Master
An awesome creature moulded out of love
A gift delivered high from above
Oh beautiful colourful nature
Brought down with a great fate
But sent back out of hate
A sign of ingratitude to Him that sent it
Oh poor bluebird!
Fresh and beautiful
With a nice abode prepared down for it
But out of their will
They chose the latrine for it
But its innocence never left their instincts