What of the bird outside my window

Whipple-will, whipple-wee

Singing gaily from tree to tree,

In morning light, to be free

Seeking the worm so to feed

What of the love in this chest

Beamed to all the world in kind

Yet seeking one out of the rest

Less arduous there is no test,

Seeing the one that sees you best

What of the world so absurd

That we deign to be free

Secure in thought, action, liberty

Allowed to blaspheme heresy,

Away from the bonds of tyranny

What of the world in our mind,

Once hailed for power to shine,

Now raised on ability of mime,

How to turn back the time

Mixing word with action to make  rhyme

What of…

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