The evening was bleak and dull
My sparrow seemed gloomy and sullen..
Didn’t sing , didn’t dance, or jump to my palm as he used to do
I failed to tell him my disappointment or even sadness clue ..
In a world of hypocrisy, shame and disgrace
Where we store and pile weapons of mass death and killings of race ..
Yet, we failed to afford an eldery ailing man
A device to inhale, take his breath again ..
Or a mask to spare him a disease, suffering pain..