There is a little mouse in a park in Philadelphia
it is sick, it is weak, it is just a baby
it stumbles when it walks, crippled and blind
infected and rejected, I saw a bug creep out it's eye
I would cringe when people pass and nearly squish it underfoot
I wish my eyes could revive I wish I had what it took
but giving up and giving in it fell down to it's side
and writhed around on the pavement for a while till it died
And the pigeons pecked it, they pulled it right apart
Never had a chance, it was doomed right from the start
to feed the fiendish birds who will never get their fill
surviving off the scraps that this cruel world has killed
the weak they will provide
so the strongest can strive
the dying and the dead
and those who go unfed
they taste best when swallowed whole
The caos that conquers is looking pretty dark
without our shared suffering it would all just fall apart
as a mouse starves to death on the cold path of a park
next to a statue some consider art
as people pass it by with their lucky living hearts
and I watch on just playing my part
I'm just doing my part
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