Brown thrasher
The brown thrasher falls silent with no song
A tear drips slowly upon the face, it’s lasted all day long
I fall from earth and in human disgrace
Guilty of feeling, caring and then whispering to their face
they hear the noise, but don’t make out the words
The actions are seen, but they’re just dying verbs
Cold and icy with frigid results I begun to realize
Its my own fault. to think that they would care about
a soul so bare, just one in a crowd, just standing there
Imagine seeing their eyes, the evil glares
Finding out the truth, why did I dare
The human race is selfish and really doesn’t care
Preaching with bigotry, two faced I see, the song is dead the bird fell
From the tree…
By Scott baker
