Little Sparrow



Little sparrow in the tree,

What have you to do with me?

I am chained to the ground;

You take flight without a sound.

To heaven you look for your bread,

While earthly worries fill my head.

People build buildings to the sky,

Advance technology; make machines that fly.

Yet, for all our complex ingenuity

Man in his grandeur is not free.

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