Where does the vileness come from
Ignorance accounts for a lot of it
But it must live at the end
Of a long road of grievances
Three sparrows are looking at me
Asking me this question
They come close
Pecking at the ground
But their hunger only
Trusts me so far
They see I am a man
And capable of anything
What reassurance can I offer
They are safe with me
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