Stop, feathered bullies! Peace, angry birds; You common Sparrows that, For a few words, Roll fighting in wet mud, To shed each other's blood. Look at those Linnets, they Like ladies sing; See how those Swallows, too, Play on the wing; All other birds close by Are gentle, clean and shy. And yet maybe your life's As sweet as theirs; The common poor that fight Live not for years In one long frozen state Of anger, like the great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT |