The Death Of A Mockingbird Poem by G.A. Meyers

A mockingbird sweetly sings
Just right atop its tree
With the songs it carries on its wings
It's calling out to me

It is in the bird's nature
To sing its songs so freely
Hearts of many it would capture
Yet still aggravating many

Ever wonder what it feels
To see the world in its eyes
And understand what brings
A mockingbird to cry

A storm covers the clear blue sky
And silence now runs free
I look for the bird way up high
No longer atop its tree

The deafening sound of violence
Echoing, undoubtedly
The innocent is silenced
'Cause all you hear is mockery

To those who own eyes of neglect
To those of you who looked away
Mark this day, don't ever forget
That a mockingbird died today