Where Will It End?

I used to love hanging out at the coffee shop

on the corner, right in the center of town

I would spend hours watching the pigeons

hanging out on the sidewalks

fluttering from cobblestone streets

and perched around the French stone fountain

It looked like an enchanted scene

cut right out of Paris, France

Then one day I woke up

and all the pigeons were gone

the cobblestone

and the fountain too

No one even asked us

Citizens

what we wanted

Some person(s) with clout

made the decisions

Poof!

They were all gone

And you know what else is so fucked up —

People have been misled all along

told that pigeon poop carries disease

scientists have proven this to be false

and that it’s all just a bunch of bullshit

an excuse to cover up the truth

that some person(s) with a fancy car

didn’t want birds shitting on it

So, they killed ‘em

and are still continue to do so today

They call it culling

So, what’s next —

are they gonna get rid of all the dogs

because they pee and poop on the sidewalks?

Oh, wait they already do that…

Who’s next —

how about the homeless

they defecate on the streets sometimes

or maybe they will cull the old

the sick and the poor

Oh, wait…

Where will it end?

*Poem from Heirs of November