A Deserted Land

You start from the tree having thousand branches,

Where caged birds hanging for their chances.

You start from there, you just start to walk,

There’s no one around for you to talk.

If you reach there by the morning hours,

When Destiny rings the bells.

You will see there, white fake flowers

And appreciate their sweet smells.

If you walk all day, you will reach the town;

There are people like you fighting for the crown,

You will see the church and sing the song;

Praying God to make you strong.

The river is black, and the clouds are grey,

It can be worse than catastrophe.

Everybody wants to buy the prey,

They all have their own philosophy.

Everybody says that the war is over -

It’s time for peace, so don’t get sober.

But you will see the guns being refilled

And if you ask, you will be killed.

You will live in fear, you will live in fright,

The darkness will engulf your head.

Bullets and bombs will peace the night,

The fire will scare you out of bed.

Then you will run the fastest you can,

Run to the place where it all began.

You will see that it’s all a game;

The war is over, but it’s still the same.

There is no God, empty is the church

It’s been so long since they stopped His search.

The town is there but the crown is fake,

But people are blind, they will not forsake.

You will understand that the bells lied,

Fake flowers are red, and they just died.

You will find that tree in a deserted land,

There is no green, but only the sand.

The caged birds there you will see,

Waiting for you to set one free.

You’ll wish for your death, but you cannot die

Will you set one free, and let it cry?