I saw the murder of a worm
\nOn a sunny morning as I did yawn
\nAnd a bird, probably a blackbird
\nCommitted the horrible act upon the lawn…<\/p>\n
“Och, I am but a wee morsal” said the worm
\n“I don’t care” replied the bird
\nAnd without a feck with a quick peck
\nHe was as good as his word…<\/p>\n
And at once as past tense was the worm
\nI saw murder before me there
\nI just stood and drank my tea
\nThe death did not matter: I did not care…<\/p>\n
It is but a worm, a lowly worm
\nTo kill to eat is the birds natural need
\nWho’d get upset about a worm?
\nMurder for food is a natural deed…<\/p>\n
Later I was watching the news
\nA war with victims and refugees somewhere
\nI changed the channel and drank my tea
\nThe conflict did not matter: I did not care…<\/p>\n
It is another country: it is not here
\nMan to fight man is a natural need
\nWho’d get upset about a war?
\nMurder for power and money is a natural deed…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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