Thou Wounded Robin

Thou wounded Robbin---
I would pick you up
And splint your broken leg.
But, I know not how.

I would call for thee
To those who could,
And tell them, "Splint its leg."
But, they would not.

So, I leave you in the wilds,
For I wish not to frighten you,
Or cause you torment,
Hoping some Good Samaritan can do
What I cannot.

For, I have once called upon
The Authorities to bind the wounds
Of a fawn, and they shot it.
I cannot bind its wounds.
I know not how.

I know not how to heal my country's breach
And I know that by pointing out its breaches,
It has only made those in authority pick at it
All the more.

So, I leave you, for it is the kindest gesture I can.