The Injured Bird

It lay on the road, injured with a broken leg

The eyes were wet, the feelings dry

How did it happen, I don't know.

But I know that no one cared about it

The cars drove by without even caring about it.

No one has time these days

Not for oneself and not for others

The hurry is destroying them and their families

The family has become an accessory

Who doesn't like it, goes away

What will happen if all behave so carelessly?

I shrug my shoulders and drive away.