TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD
Deep in the meadows
Faraway in the hill
Was a little mockingbird
Singing a melodious trill
It sang of freedom
It sang of care and love
Hoping that the Almighty
Might bestow these from above
Slowly his trill
Turned to cries of despair
As he remained bound by cruelty
In a world unjust and unfair
As he lay dying
He was still not heard
And yet again all of us
Killed a Mockingbird
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