We fed them everyday for years
They made it through our laughs and tears
Although they once soared in the air
They now are pulseless pigeons
We never knew that birds so fat
Would die so fast from heart attack
They feast at first, the next, collapse —
What now are pulseless pigeons
We tried to keep the birds alive
By feeding them with crumbs of lies
The love is gone, but what survived —
The corpses of pulseless pigeons
But honesty's the antidote
To resurrect — and yet we hope
That whitish turds we sugarcoat
Could revive the pulseless pigeons