Musings

I sit in the garden, and I listen to the birds
Perched on oak tree branches, singing of their hurt

They ask me have I seen what this world has become
Tearing trees down just to manufacture guns
Pollution in the water and poison in the food
What are we prepared to do?
What are we prepared to do?

I sit in the garden, and I think about the kids
Who went home from school early, and were never seen again

I ask myself how did we get so far astray
Where violence is the only thing consuming every day
Afraid to leave the house cause if you do it might be you
What are we prepared to do?
What are we prepared to do?

I sit in the garden and I listen to the birds
Perched on oak tree branches, singing of their hurt



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