But touching somehow, in formation, as if attacking
When they could be picked off so easily.
A sparrow as Cassandra with its discontented plaints
Lives in a harmony of song in the air.
We round them up, and rip down their nests
But still they return, endless
With their incomprehensible squawking
And we too dumb to hear.
Five days of what we do to you,
What we now can do to any U.S. citizen
Who expresses a different opinion,
Makes you a lifelong vegetable.
I wish we could treat humans
As gently as birds.
