Once I saw an Ibis with a broken foot,

I told a zookeeper,

They said to leave it,

It can still fly,

I asked why can’t we help it?

I was told if it was a broken wing we would,

A broken wing would be a death sentence,

It cant survive if it can’t fly,

My wing is broken,

But people think it’s my foot,

I’ve been left

But I cant fly

I try to fly after my flock,

I plummet to the ground,

So I run after them

I’m too slow,

What’s the use of a bird who can’t fly?

Perhaps I should succumb

No one in my flock would notice,

Who sees the bird with a broken wing?

They don’t see the shattered bones,

They don’t see the shredded feathers, 

They see the lagging behind,

They see the lowering altitude,

They don’t slow