Broken Wings

I am a songbird, yet I do not sing.

I once flew to the Heavens, now I have broken wings.

I once stood tall, brave, and free, now here I lie, chained and bleak. 

Is there only light left? None that I can see. Might love one day rule again? 

Until then, here I stay, with broken wings. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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