The Hunted
(My Third Poem-Response to “Pigeon” by Anthony Green)
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 9, 2013
In the beginning was the Bird
The Bird just was, and then the Word
Was spoken, and its calls were heard
And hate and war were soon bestirred.
Then, trains of death soon came and went
Those death-trains slew all innocents
The guards so cruel, so hell-bent
On uncovering with cold intent
The ones who hid, and who were hidden
And some they spared, and some they didn’t
And hunted by a word forbidden,
Their lives, by hate, quite overridden.
And in the end, lay the forlorn Bird,
Murdered by the hateful Word
And of their cries not one was heard
And in the ashes, no one stirred.
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