Song bird, did you hear,
The crack of bones on bones,
While you were gliding through the trees,
While you were spinning up a branch-
And landing in your nest with ease?
Song bird, did you feel
The fear soaked sweat, drenching skins of different shades,
Or the heavy weight of hate-
It’s burden all consuming,
Crushing those beneath it and snuffing out their light.
Song bird, were you scared,
When innocent blood flooded the street?
When desperate gasps for air, for oxygen, for life,
Were met with ignorant, cold resolve?
Song bird, was it easier-
To burrow deep within your nest,
And avert your eyes from this wrong?
Or were you simply perched and waiting,
For the flock to swarm,
And echo back your song?