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.