The Bird That Killed Itself
Involuntary Ignorance
Death is all around us, where is the silence?
a little windy out, and closer, some violence
A lady with a baby, third floor; just across my window
holding the infant over the rail, denying to let go
But she isn't constant, not like the string and bird
where he hangs, swings and around him not a single word
Now there's multiple ways of how his fate had to end
and all end in a few stories, that i, myself, had to lend
The bird could have been sad and snuggled into that wedge
Discovered some string, and now he hangs there dead
Demented kids could have found him but they're not to blame
wrapped that string around his neck and used him as a game
The bird could have seen crumbs, unaware of those loose strings
got tangled up, choked, and now he nonchalantly swings
Again, there's endless sums of how this bird could have died
Nobody has the truth and nobody has the ability to decide
But the bird did kill himself, yes, even by involuntary assault
by being weak, so helpless, and ignorance made death his fault
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