Strange

I can finally hear the birds again
But it sounds strange these days.
It doesn’t remind me of freedom anymore
Not of sweet, melancholic melodies.
All it does is throw me
Down a path of sad nostalgia
And a creepy hopelessness.
The birds are back in the city
But city is there no more.
Men are caged and women lament
And children’s legs are sore
From sitting all day and some at night
No one knows if it’s going to be alright.
I can finally hear the birds again
But it sounds strange these days.