a single buzzard

we don't regard the message of the bird
but anger drives us into plain desire
and we are under the commanding word

so much of what we learn becomes absurd
you watch what happens underneath the wire
we don't regard the message of the bird

what is not done was properly deferred
but now we cannot help detain the fire
and we are under the commanding word

so much in time we wish had not occurred
it is not something that we could require
we don't regard the message of the bird

the signal is not what we had inferred
but nothing matters when the news is dire
and we are under the commanding word

you find too soon just what we all had heard
that no one to those heights ought to aspire
we don't regard the message of the bird
and we are under the commanding word