Song of the Sparrow
The sparrow knows not of history,
He knows only his pride of now;
So there, atop the laurel tree,
He builds his golden crown.
Alas, the King, so boast with power,
Reigns life amongst His leaves,
And makes all birds around Him cower,
And bid His black-winged beliefs.
But what the bird doth fail to see,
What it truly does not know:
The same power which now it holds with glee
Will soon leave it beneath the stones.