It sang until we stole its breath away.
How long will we be tolerant of this?
We blind ourselves, for ignorance is bliss.
Upon the mockingbirds the bluejays tread,
Screeching loud until their song is dead.
How long can they endure and we oppress?
At their expense must we gain happiness?
We'll kill another mockingbird tomorrow.
We'll fill another heart with screaming sorrow,
Unless the jays may heed the Finch's word:
It is a sin to kill a mockingbird.
Unless we stop this horror long-entrenched
And let the power from our hand be wrenched,
The mockingbird will ever fear the jay,
And sing until we steal its breath away.
T. G. 6/2/20
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