I wish I were a mockingbird

So easy is
the blackbird life
who squawks at me
upon the beach –
his reach is plain
for all to see
he has no use
for human greed.
Newborn babes
are all he needs.

When I hear the chant
go back from where
you came, these
human games meant
to horrify –
vilify, destroy, sweet
bird of youth oh
weep humanity
weep –

to see the rise of
jingoist of
nationalist defined
by foreign
intervention meant
to keep us blind

to all the evil
we have wrought
on the living
from chickadee
to mouse. I
would fly away
if I could and
find another
house where
difference is
hailed with
love enough
for all of us.