Pigeon PerspectiveA Poem by Johnny
Walking down the street
And suddenly I see A tiny little pigeon Staring back at me I don't know what to tell him, I don't know what he wants So when I give him nothing Away he swiftly jaunts I see him as he looks around And that is when I see Our pigeon friend has just one foot A stump, hacked like a tree The scar has long since healed now I wish that I could give aid To ease the pain of this poor little bird But now it is too late I waited just one blink too long I paused a second more The little rat and I staring as Eachother's eyes form doors He peers into my soul with his They're orange blackness pries Into my brain, my heart, my soul And then away he flies I could've helped that feathered fowl I reflect and walk away The only vision in my head Him standing on his one good leg I see a girl give a bird a fry And notice quickly sure That bird is standing on just one leg For a moment my spirit endures The bird looks right at me and flies Eyes locking on my face As two little feet I see beneath An imposter with stolen face That little girl just wanted to help In her kindest little way Her innocence a testament Of how we should live each day Yet every day, I see the same Destruction, blood and gore The wealthy sit on thrones of gold We nibble, sleep and war The girl gave a liar a treat So as we do today Some rich actually try to help But do so the wrong way They give money to charities Corporations glean a profit They know not to go out on the streets Is the only way to stop it I now go board my train at last And see an image, scary A pigeon with just one little foot Standing, watching, staring © 2013 JohnnyReviews
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