What do you see, little bird?
Flying about branch and bench?
Do you see the kind hearted stranger
Or the ground staining red?
What do you hear, little bird?
As you pass the crowded streets
Do you hear the quiet encouragement
Or the thunder of guns on innocent workers?
What do you notice, little bird?
The red staining the blue
Or the hate filled words on social media?
The yellow journalism of the news?
What do you notice, little child?