There’s a Song in The Distance

We learned from Vietnam
Everybody knew it was wrong
Until they killed the bird
That sang the song
Everything
Went wrong
The mad house closed
Craziness walked the streets
With no rooms to fill
Homelessness became a plight
For many families at night
Filthy rich was the blight
There were no birds to sing the light
When towers crashed to the ground
War came around
Weapons found reason
Had their season
As they now try to tell us
World war three must be
But song bird laid an egg
Its hatching
Soon
A bird will stand on it hind legs
Sing and ring
The filthy rich will take a sting
Once again
Justice
It will bring
This poem I write
Someday you will sing

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 4/25/22