For he heard hunting is on trend,
All his weapons, shiny and sharpened,
All his guns, bullet loaded,
His boots, up and tightened,
So he could kill a small, scrawny, stupid bird.
For the forest houses birds,
He had a hard time to choose the victim?
The white, too good when it sings.
The brown, too good at doing labor.
The colored, too different.
So confusing, so irritating.
For he had a hard time to choose,
His both eyes, he closed.
His gun, aimed south.
His nerves, calm and stable.
Pulling the trigger, is all he need.
For he thought of the lives of the birds,
His gun, all done and lowered,
His eyes, now opened,
His nerves, tremor showered.
Gun was aimed, trigger was pulled
For the trigger was pulled,
Some chicks, now cried,
Some chicks, now orphan,
Some chicks, now full.
All this, for the bird was black.
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