Apr 9, 2013 Original Poetry

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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