Pretty Bird

I wrote this piece last summer and it seems I was very right looking at the news on TV today of unrest in Europe.Just beware the men in black.

Take pity on me my pretty bird
Shivering in my winter tree
A savage wind blows from the east
Have I the energy…the wherewithal
The patience and hunger
The pain I know so well…A biting wind beneath my wing
And its toooooo cold for me to sing
So take loving pity on me pretty bird…I did try my best
Sing to me…Wrest me from my bitter cold
Take me to your breast…ask me to soar
Ask me…Ask me for pity’s sake
I am so chilled…Alone in my willow tree
But a song from you..just a song
And I know…I know…I know
I could be free
So take pity on me my pretty bird
Release me from scrabbling on an icy field
Searching for seeds…barely fulfilling my needs
Comfortable in having just enough
And not realizing the paucity of just enough
I know such a famine is coming as our world despairs
And the first victim of famine is care
I can taste it on that biting cold East wind
That our world is destroying itself…Imploding
And I await the soothsayers of Gods to raise their ugly heads
Tentacles of hate snaring pretty birds
Because I have a history….An ancestry
My father’s saw hate…In cold Auschwitz, in Cadiz
Times they change and we hate change
So we are told…But don’t worry the ‘fathers’ are there
And we will be guided pretty bird to be sure
Because under my warm wing, so cold on my branch
I see this… I have seen it before
My ancestors told me in their fight for free
And I watch the human race…believing their choices will matter
They wont…The cruelty has visited before
Blaming the immigrants…Then the free thinkers
Then it gets personal….You and me
Last refuge in religion…but it’s an empty promise
So take pity on me my pretty bird
Because I feel that cold bitter wind from the east….