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Sparrow

Who will love a little sparrow, Who's
Travelled far, and cries for rest?
"Not I," Said The oak tree.
"I will not share my branches With No sparrow's nest;
And my blanket of leaves Will not warm cold Her breast."

One might think that this is a traditional song, which would have through the centuries to reach us, on a melody that age would routed to perfection. It is actually a work Paul Simon, sung in duet with sublime Art Garfunkel . Of course, the theme of "cruel world" is classic, but this poem goes further, listing the flimsy pretexts of indifference to the suffering of others, and the cynicism of what some call "The Natural Law." The last verse is a quotation from the words of Genesis (3.19) , delivered at the ceremony of the branches: "You are dust and to dust you shall return." This is one of the consequences of original sin: man will "earn his bread the sweat of his brow, "the woman" give birth in pain ", etc.. All this to have "heard the voice of (the) woman." It does not quite measure to what extent this vision has permeated what we call our "culture" and our "values." The Christian religion is, moreover, not only to convey such ideas, which are based on so many prejudices and injustices.
The world would be better yet if we all work together to address the ills we face, whether natural ("natural disasters"!) Or created by man himself. This would also probably better if we listened more often women's voices:
example, that of Aung Sann Suu Kyi , which has finally been released!


The Sparrow

Who will love a little sparrow
Exhausted by his long journey?
"Not me" said the tall oak
"No bird's nest in my beautiful branches.
It will not heat up under my leaves "

Who will love a little sparrow And
speak to him nicely?
"Not me" said the swan.
Y think is just outrageous. The other swans
laugh at me, contemptuous "

And whoever will take pity And
feed starving sparrow?
"Not me" said the golden wheat
"I'd love to, but I never can.
My whole grain must be sown to germinate "

Who will love a little sparrow And
write his epitaph?
"It's me," said Earth
"For everything I've created comes back to me.
From dust you are made, dust thou shalt "

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)