Why?


Does it really matter

why

she falls

out of her nest

or why her feathers crumple

on stones?

or why

he huddles

on wounded streets

like a whipped stray

without a home

or why

we sip folk lore 

and bite the chewy lie 

that somehow 

the poor have chosen this road

so it’s best

to leave them

all

alone

?

yeah all alone

to die

on streets

where  full grown folks hide foster kids 

under cardboard homes and dirty sheets

and the shoes of younger runaways

are lost in souls 

without 

enough to eat

or who knows…

whatever other story 

of who they were

before they hit 

the wounded streets

Was it their choice 

to be bedded

beaten

mistreated

and pushed 

so they could lay

like broken eggshells 

beneath our nests

and ask Jack Daniels

Why

?

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