Killing mockingbirds
\nThey ran out of firepower
\nAnd laid her to rest
\nSomething I have to say
\nTo get off my chest
\nYou shouldn’t kill anything like this
\nHeavy artillery, sophisticated bigotry
\nA showman’s frenzy, all cleverly interject
\nReasons to kill and to cage
\nThey’re certainly strange
\nNevertheless, a piece for each
\nTake what you can preach
\nTaken from a throbbing chest
\nBefore they lay her to rest<\/p>\n
It’s a lesson to teach
\nKilling mockingbirds is a sin
\nIt’s not how you say it
\nNor how you mean it
\nBut how you show it
\nAll mockingbirds know this
\nIt’s a shame this is even said
\nYou can see it in how they broke it
\nDeep is the punishment
\nIt’s a capital crime, feathers show it
\nTo pick on something so small
\nWith a heart for all
\nTake it, you men boasting virtue,
\nIn disregard that in all fairness is her’s too<\/p>\n
By all means it’s a shame
\nWe all know it’s a sin, so
\nFirepower to threaten, power to show
\nCaged wings that forfeit to sing
\nLittle light of thine, let it shine
\nIt’s a low blow, sing her hymn slow
\nBut how deep does a bird’s punishment go?
\nThe measurement’s quite precise,
\nToo deep to really know…
\nAs bigot, showman, great leader,
\nEducated elitist and their teachers
\nAll turned it into an art
\nBut quiet murder like this out to be a sin
\nWhen it’s at the cost
\nOf mockingbird’s singing heart<\/p>\n