"The Pigeons of Kennedy Plaza" by Eric Wayne Flynn
"The Pigeons of Kennedy Plaza"
Huddled in a corner to find warmth, to poor to fly south
Dried up feed; crumbs caked on the sides of their mouths
Dreaming of great big fields; visions flapping down to peck on gold
Ignorant, pea brained birds, out here squabbling, bickering in the cold
Unwilling to sacrifice or too dumb to care
I pass by as they peck, feeling their beady-eyed stare
Envious ol' birds, victims, swindled... fair game?
If the birds were me and I were thee...the game remain the same?
Blind eyes to the sky, wings that won't fly, frozen feet, stuck to the ground
Numb minds won't ask why, they just rather cry, hoping you acquiesce to the sound
Damn birds, don't you know? Life is filled with snow; flakes fall, then they lie, often they flake out
Y'all are stuck in eternal winter, even in summer you freeze your assets off, that's what we man be all about
I walk alone, a figure, a man...The enemy; yes that be I, forgive me I plead
But if I alone, sprout wings of my own, I would not only fly, forgive me I'd like to lead
So get your act together you birds that flock, you never see the job that has to be done
Ya gotta tar n feather them big birds with green wings that flap their way to the sun