The Innocent And The Wicked Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Targeted by a hunter down below
And charged by an eagle high above,
A pair of doves, panic, perched on a bow,
With each ready to die for the other.

Stunk by a trodden cobra on his heal,
The hunter missed his balance and his aim,
The arrow went past the birds to the sky,
Where it hit the eagle hovering there.

The hunter was killed; so was the eagle.
The birds liable to die had been spared.
God saved the innocent and punished the wicked.
Are they wicked when they aimed for their food?
04.06.2016