Sensual Reopened

Fires are burning
townspeople screaming the
name of their children as
they cry for their mothers

The burning of wood
both the town and the soul
eat away at the seams
of the clip as the
gun sprays the feeble
the men and the bold
as the women cry
when the children grow old

the stolen souls sob
life riding without
the guidance of a father
or the love of oneself.
Cry little bird
please just go away
this cage is opened
why not just fly 
while the bird says

"Tweet..."