The Sparrow

And so the wounded sparrow
Came to me and wept

Said Satan and Moloch were men

Hope away from the planet swept

Bleeding through dying whispers

She spoke of her loving nest

Her son and daughter lonely

Waiting for the warmth of her chest

She smiled to remember there was happiness once

In the realms of her little world and beyond

When brothers and sisters in chorus sang

And beings and birds shared a loving bond

But now fires were raging

Their were shrieks, and pain and grief

But now men thirsted blood alone

And lived in souls of a terrible belief

She had seen them lying in blent red heaps

She had seen them hunt and laugh

She told me what one sows, he reaps

And prayed i write it on her epitaph

I questioned her why then little thing

Are you dying with the deeds of mindless men

She laughed and stared at her bleeding wing

Because i had prayed for a happy heaven

In this world answer me if wise you are

Can i be happy to breathe and sing

In this world black, bitter and dour

Will my loved children ever want to swing

I will go now to a happier place

And they shall come to me soon i know

If you see them, please remember to say

That their mother sleeps on a blissful bow

My tear dropped in her eye and ran down

But it neither moved nor blinked

On wet earth i lay her, in a quiet grieving brown

And what she had asked, on a paper I inked

The rain washed away her forgotten words

She embraced her loving earth

In the grey skies sighed the lonely birds

and I never saw her children.