Today the pigeon's deny the magpie's song.
The short straw was drawn by the hand of your deity,
Nestled so tightly amongst the thistles.
The boys hold your hands,
tug on your pigtails
and tear at your sleeves,
Why do you commend them for such behaviour?
Breathe not the air they push
For dandelion's grow where they please.
Behind thistled lined delicacies
Toward amber dusted liveries.
Deny thy force,
For words seep deeper than oppression.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
