Eye Of Sparrow Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Run cries a sparrow in green tree heights, warning people to see said tweets had to fear, command care to flee, responds none of them.

Men coming put a hop; turn a hop again, playing there, it not to stop people in the near dark you why, harm seen at all has fright.

A happy event, enjoying its fun happening, with laughter unions people here joys run every one of us, held to belief by a sunk sun to party.

Men from land bushes slowly come to venture, throwing the old down raging pushes, rushing their faces to level the flatness of the ground.

Sparrow tilted his head, ending the fight settled, by might the beads and of the bracelets removed, chained people joined bagging without sight.

Lonely singles that did hark them lined as well, beneath the open sky a brief hut hidden park, in thick dark gathered mumbling inside a hole.

On a big ship boarded rising to its water rips, dips the sides of the craft's legs, moonlights a trip, going a vessel bird seen a tip sinking it into the night.

Best to thee said fair! All to thee a haven well! Sparrow this view of a host's story to tell, in a cell removed from their rightful birthright.