I Killed a Pigeon

Oh, God, I killed a harmless pigeon,
I heard its bones crunch under my tires —
My car moved slowly, no intent
To harm the creature — he failed to fly.

How many times, in stupor, have I
Been on my selfish passions bent —
To die for feeding on wild desires —
Crushed under wheels of false religion?

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