Them And Us

We travelled all over the place; forests, oceans, country estates, beaches and power stations, with a very heavy furnace, used to blow glass birds which I attempted to set free. Despite my own breath filling their bellies, the sparrows, crows, seagulls kestrels and swallows crashed and burned in their still boiling state. Sad I know. Infact the more life-like the birds became the more difficult it was to send them to their doom. I was just another man playing God.