oskar hansen


This Parrot - Poem by oskar hansen

This Parrot
this bird in the cage its featherless wings folded to its naked
body like garden scissors and it squawked;
I´m 89 years old today, let me out of this bloody cage. but its
owner heard not she was a widow of First World War veteran a
and told every one that this particular war had seen the death
of 8 million horses 12 million donkeys and no one took notice of
this mass slaughter but then humanity only thought of its own
suffering and were impervious to animals feeling. having been
dragged from a green field to a soggy battle field and not a word
of consideration only eyes by hungry soldiers as a possible meal,
Goulash the known dish was originally made of horse meat,
camouflaged with paprika, hot pepper and salt.89 years in a cage
And had only been able to read titles of books on the shelf, but
it had lively mind and by listening to the radio for so many years
it was well educated and could squawk with the best of them.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014



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