A free-verse poem about how sparrows are considered dispensable. |
Sixty years ago when I was a boy in possession of a brand new BB gun, my parents told me to shoot sparrows but not cardinals, blue jays, robins, or any other “pretty songbirds”. No one would miss dead sparrows. In America, the English sparrow is considered by many people to be a nuisance bird, one whose aggressiveness allows it to out-compete, drive out “more desirable” birds -- those with prettier colorings, those with sweeter songs, those with a more timid nature. Their overabundance has made the sparrow commonplace. Their drab color and lack of lilting song have made sparrows unappreciated. Recently I overheard a neighbor remind her young son with a BB gun not to kill any of the desirable birds, just to kill the sparrows. Later that day I watched a TV report about how fifteen million third-world children will die from starvation this year. I wondered why the richer nations and their citizens did not do more to prevent this tragedy … and then it hit me. These poor third-world children are the sparrows of the human world. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |