Unnamed

i live among the birds above
my breath as silent as the dove
that sleeps beneath the yonder tree
its eyes shut tight, it cannot see-

the world that whirls its wings around
the bustle streets, the heavy sound
the dirt, the black, of down below
the seeds of hate it will not sow-

in planted fields we all have made
in people waiting to be paid
in grey faced hunger sitting pale
who knows whats waiting to prevail

i live among the birds above
my breath as silent as the dove
that sleeps beneath the yonder tree
i will not wake, don't want to see.