This poetry is written by Daniel Remeta 20/1-97

SPARROW WITH A BROKEN WING

I became a sparrow with a broken wing
not once did I find a gentle hand
At dawn many stopped to hear me sing
Some threw food from their hands
Yet, noone came to rescue me

Not once did I find a gentle hand
I became a stack of money
Not once did I find a gentle hand
Yet everyone began taking me

Not once did I find a gentle hand
Only greedy, greedy hands
I became a sparrow with a broken wing
At dawn, many stopped to hear me sing.

Daniel Remeta

written 20/1-97 on death watch Florida