with nothing else to fill their bellies the mice went back to eating poison and the ants in search of crumbs came back with nothing but death on their backs to feed their queens and under the light of the stars we crumbled
the murdering of crows was made legal as the color of the doves guilt was decided to be more pure than the blood of a dead mans heart
no matter the weight of his innocence
and all this could have been stopped all this could have been avoided
none of this...
none of it...
had to happen
but we heard the screams of kindness we heard its cry for help we saw the hands of cruelty around its neck we saw the hate foaming we saw the dreams bleeding out
and we did
and misery breed and filled the streets and slept in our beds and made its home under our skin
and not even the light of the stars was enough for us to remember what it meant to be human back before we abandoned joy in the pursuit of the wealth of greed