Little Black Bird

A Common Starling Ah! Such rare birds They live unprotected by those who say that they would stand with them Poor little black birds They don't survive for long The mamas pray For a brighter day As their young go out into this world Praying that they will live Something that seems to get harder and harder to do As the years go on Endangered by the hawks soring among them Poor little black birds I hope you can make it in this cruel and evil world Where all they do is shoot you down when you try to fly Snatching you away from the sky Poor little black birds It gets harder for them to hide Especially From those that hate them most Why do you hate me? The little one bird asks Maybe it's jealousy? Thought the little bird Is it my luxurious plumage? My glossy, metallic-like feathers? Looking bitterly at the little ignorant bird I tell him in a slow and cold voice IT'S YOU!