Powerful Parrot Poems
A parrots prayer
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the wild caught parrots so savagely netted and swept
away from their families while their babies dumped into burlap
sacks cried out in terror.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the exotic birds that witnessed the destruction of all the blessed
trees and fled fires in fear from man's thirst to dominate, stripping the
land of all its inhabitants, leaving nothing but bare ground behind.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the parrots that struggled through the capture, but died merciless
in transport from the stress of overcrowded, barbaric, confinements and
inconceivable horror.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the survivors that made it into captivity but exist in a nightmare
of confinement unable to use their God given wings of flight as they
once remembered.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the baby birds bred in captivity whose crop's burned or have
died needlessly from harshness of human hands.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all captive birds that have been erased from their owner's
consciousness and are abandoned to a lifeless existence with only a
distant memory of what is was like to hear a gentle voice from someone
that used to care.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all those helpless creatures who don't know what it's like to live
life as a bird or even to feel the breeze or sunlight but are doomed to
darkness in closets or garages, trapped inside covered cages or shackled.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the macaws, cockatoos, amazons, and conures that are
stripped of their vocal cords for screaming; their sensitive beaks cut
back to prevent biting.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all birds that end up for sale in pet shops or breeders like used
merchandise, unwanted and frightened in strange surroundings with
nothing more than the familiar sight of bars on a cage.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the neglected birds that are sick with infections from
filthy conditions and malnourishment that may never recover and
know what it is like to feel healthy and be playful.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For all the misconceived parrots who were beaten, stabbed,
blinded and burned for just being a parrot.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
For every african grey, cockatoo and macaw that punishes itself
from confinement and boredom by maiming their bodies and
plucking their feathers and for those who have lost all spirit of life
and sway their head low from side to side slowly into insanity.
LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........................
WE ASK HUMBLY OF YOU, DEAR LORD TO LOOK
UPON ALL OF YOUR MAGNIFICENT FEATHERED
CREATIONS PROTECT THEM FROM EVIL AND HARM
CAUSED BY MAN AND TO BRING FORTH AN AWAKENING
IN THE HUMAN HEART AND MAKE IT A KINDER,
GENTLER WORLD FOR ALL CAPTIVE BIRDS............AMEN -- Sally Brooks, July 3, 20000
A Cheap Bird's Plea,
by Joyce Glass
What is it that my life is worth
How much will you pay
To what extent would you go
If I get ill today?
I know I'm not an expensive bird
My cost is fairly cheap
But what is the price you put on life
For something that you keep?
My wings still spread out the same
My heart still has a beat
So why is it that my cousins
Are the ones you hold so sweet?
I cannot help that I was born
Without a golden egg
Will you still take care of me
Or make me plead and beg?
I rely on you to help me
As I can't do it for myself
Will you take the steps needed
Or just put me on the shelf?
So when you walk by me
Please look me in the eye
If it would come down to it
Would I live or die?
The Meaning of Rescue
Judith H. Archer
Now that I'm home bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget there is so much to carry
So much to regret.
Hmm... yes, there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack loneliness, heartache and loss,
And there by my perch hides fear and shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave.
I still have to unpack my baggage called pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me
But I wasn’t good enough - for they didn’t want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never unpack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage
Will you still want me?
I found these online- very powerful. Thought you all might enjoy them.
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