The Cruel Bird
The heron seems to smile upon its prey
Why did God make this bird be that way?
Could it live on grass and bits of moss?
I guess it is the protein it would miss.
We do much worse things than do the birds
We damage other people by our words.
We also steal more money from the poor
Even when the hangman’s at the door.
No,I don’t feel guilty being rich
It seems that I use money as a crutch
I’ll give my winter coats to Charity
I’ll dress by drying leaves fresh off a tree
I’ll get a little couch inside the shed
And hear the beetles laughing in my bed
I guess a beetle will not know my name
Just like men, oh, dear, are they the same?
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