The Sparrows [Poem]

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The Sparrows

The sparrows wake up at midday
Spread their wings
And take flight.

Only a minute into their flight
The sparrows find themselves bombarded
By an army of hawks.

The hawks peck and peck at the tiny little brown and gray birds,
The sparrows try to fly away but they can’t muster up the strength,
And just as the hawks start to grow tired of their mid-afternoon sport,
A murder approaches…

The sparrows cry out to the sun,
But the sun only reflects light back at them,
And out of the corner of their misty black eyes,
They see the murder fly right over them…

Then the crows, one by one,
Dive bomb from above,
Knocking each poor sparrow out of the air
And onto the pavement below.

Men and women stare in awe,
Then in horror.
One man picks up an injured sparrow
And spites the crows.

But the crows don’t acknowledge him,
They take out the sparrows, one by one,
Until all of the sparrows can take flight no more.

The sparrows find themselves spread across the pavement,
Forming a straight horizontal line,
Colored red, brown and gray.


(This entire poem is a metaphor for war)