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My inspiration was To Kill A Mockingbird

Submitted: March 11, 2017

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Submitted: March 11, 2017



Mockingbirds sing

Mockingbirds play

This is a truth

that applies to the human race,

yet to no particular race of men

Through the rain and snow

they sing


Mockingbird, mockingbird

Silence is loud

And the night

Without music is long.

So we fumble

For voice

In the dark

That surrounds us

Find song of our hearts

In the light of our dreams.


It’s times like these,

That food comes with death,

flowers with sickness,

and little things in between;

two soap dolls,

a broken watch and chain,

and a pair of good-luck pennies.


It’s times like these

When you rarely win,

only children weep,

the dead bury the dead,

one does not love breathing,

and there’s just one kind of folks:



Yet delete the adjectives,

and you’ll have the facts;

it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

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