To Kill a Mocking Bird
You sit and you cry whipping fake tears
Hiding the blood on your hands
Telling the fictionist tales
And slaughter with slander
Oh you are always the victim and never the criminal
How could you place the blame on the innocent…don’t you know
It is a sin to kill a mocking bird.
What has it done to you?
Nothing.
Nothing besides sing its songs for you to hear
So why are you crying now
Why are you so angry
Do you even know?
Why do you continue this display
Who is here to impress
Even the judge has left
Everyone stopped believing your lies yet you keep to the same story
But this tale won’t end well
You can’t keep the truth hidden.
You shot a mocking bird
It was a cheap and easy shot yet you boast like it’s the best you’ve got.
You had no good reason
Even you know you’re wrong
But oh your pride
Your selfish pride
It has cheated your mind.
So go ahead and vilify the innocent
It won’t get you very far
Because you’re digging your grave deeper and deeper
And soon you’ll have no one left to pull you back.
I must admit it’s very sad
But seeing everything you've done…
I’m ashamed to say I don’t feel bad.
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