A Victim Of Human Cruelty Poem by Francis Duggan

I saw a throstle with a broken wing
He hopped by hedgerow pity the poor thing
He will die tomorrow if he live today
As for cat or fox or dog he's easy prey.

When I think of what happened to him I feel sick
He was injured by a youngster with a stick
He aimed and struck the bird a crippling blow
And the wounded creature crept into hedgerow.

And homeward whistling happy he did go
Leaving his crippled victim to die slow
It's sad to think so very very sad
That human kind can be so very bad.

That little throstle never done him wrong
So why be cruel to little bird of song
That little songbird is about to die
Due to the cruelty of cruel hearted boy.

He rob the green wood of a singing voice
And his act of cruelty caused him to rejoice
But human kind have in them evil streak
And they torment the innocent and weak.