The Tongue-cut Sparrow
The only legend I have ever loved is
The story of greed and a grateful sparrow.
A man was honest
His wife was full of greed
He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
Saved it. But his wife discovered it,
Slashed its tongue and chased it away.
The man returned and left to find the fowl.
The sparrow gave him a small reward;
The woman wanted more
And more she got.
Too much to hold until it crushed her.
As a tot, I mocked the wife who
Went to see the bird herself
Despite the harm she brought him.
Who would reward a spiteful hag?
Who would expect a gift?
As a child, I mocked the fowl who
Ate the seed,
Stayed too long,
Flew too slow–too late
Who would act so complacently?
Who would give gold to a bystander?
As a youth, I mocked the man who
Wed the woman
Angry, greedy, ungrateful.
Who would be so simple?
Who would choose to stay?
As myself, I mock the tot who
Believed the world was hers
As myself, I mock the child who
Lacked gratitude for her beloved
As myself, I mock the youth who
Chose to remain silent in times of
For now, I mock the wife, the bird, the man, and me.
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