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!
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