heron

thewhite bird sitting there.
no no , that one.
her right there, can you see?
yes , what is this why is she looking at me?
i raise my beak call out to her.
when , BLAST! her guts are on my face .
a faint tear flashes onto my eyes but evaporates quickly as i dive for cover.
i no longer have much tears now.
the christians call out in the name of god!
the muslims call out almost exactly the same words , but in a different tongue..
they blasts each other all day and night.
on two feets they think i fight.
but no, no one wins, only me and my brothers and sisters lose..
we who feed on the plaugue , who then die of the plague , who then pass the plague on to both armies , who in turn die , and start the cycle all over.
the fishes here,
there used to be fishes here,
now even them taste like gun powder.
Boom.
i close my eyes
when i open them ,
i see the white heron once again...