Why did you do it, white swans,
Why turn on one different from you?
Did she come to you, resigned at fate
With her head laid low to the ground?
Or did you sneak in the night as
She slept in blissful unawareness,
So sure of tomorrow’s hopeful dawn?
Haughty, gazing in what, jealousy?
Surely not, your feathers so pure and
Yet, they noticed her, not you two,
And so she had to lose her life.
Preening your feathers as though
All is well, blood stains on the ground,
And there will be no justice.
Yet I know now that your beauty
Does not go past your feathers.
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