Sitting down here with a stick,
scribbling in the sand, I looked up
into a space in the sky and there
was a blackbird looking down on me
and all this mess:
(Blatant political atrocities…)
Lazily hanging there in the air,
I swear—and no lie—it seemed
to wink an eye as it drifted down
and began to peck in all this mess:
(Bigotry, racism, injustice, poverty, war…)
Then it nonchalantly returned to the heavenly sky—
Hovered momentarily—and then took off towards
new horizons; leaving me down here in all this mess:
(Gender bias, anti-this, anti-that…)
I won’t lie; sometimes I wish I could fly
away from it all, but that’s not my call;
I know why I’m here on this quest—
down here in all this mess:
(To clean it up!)
Yes, I’m just a bird of another feather;
down here with my sisters and brothers—
all working together—trying to make it better;
blessed to soar onward in all this messy weather
(“Better must come”…)