A morn has dawned with sun-rays peeping through
The leafy inter-woven tree-spaces;
And little birds come chirping, hopping fast,
In search of worms and insects, on the ground.
One little bird does find a little worm!
A bigger bird spots this and snatches it;
It beaks the little bird upon its head,
And flies away to perch on tree-branch nigh.
Do early birds really catch the worm?
It isn't the rule, for rivalry exists;
The mighty rule the world and rob the weak;
It isn't a world of fairness for earthlings!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-10-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem