Human

What may cause a wounded bird to fly?

            To break the silence of the dawn,

Pain floats through and it lets out a cry,

            NO longer does it hold a melodious song,

What may turn the head of a wounded deer?

            To stir up the woodlands calm,

Now all its muscle body knows is fear,

            NO longer can it sing the praises of a Psalm,

What may force a wounded fox to run?

            To awaken sleepers of the night,

Even though left behind it’s to protect it’s young,

            NO longer will it see justification to those contrite.

NO longer does it hold a melodious song,

            NO long can it sing the praises of a Psalm.

                        NO longer will it see justification to those contrite,

Because;

            NO longer can the human feel its soul.