Small Bird Failure

Small bird
Sits atop my red eye
Bring the phone, she can't cry
Quite alone and can't fly
Sorry, but I found you
Not enough to bless you
Looks away to

Small bird
Sits alone to look shy
Beats her wings and asks why
Not enough to be kind
Looks away to

Rain lands
Where the weak are given back their meaning
Lost so long ago

Marked men
Who cried out that they were always hidden
From the tenderness

Dead homes
Where the sick were treated by the blinded
With nobody saved