Birthed as an upbeat but a funny thing happened

Birthed as upbeat:  but a funny thing happened...
At five AM
         I stood and stared in awe
outside my bedroom window where
                            a bird
                           it sang
             in the crisp morn air

as it sang its song
                 of joy and peace
to me of the way things used to be
  it also told in days of old the
      splendour of a sunrise gold

 upon hearing it then and there
          the song of our world
              so young and rare
                it made me hate
              my space and time
enough to pen this little rhyme

and what it rang deep in my mind
                     was Sadness
           Poverty
           War and
           Crime

 the second verse i could not see
     as the sun was red obscurity

so shutting the curtains
                   retiring to bed  
            these dark ugly images
                     fuckn my head

embracing the gloom
                 and crakin a dime
        awaiting EOS OPHIUCHUS and
       and the cross hairs of time