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Let them have it
Let him eat it
Let them take all
I'll perch here
I will wait

I've waited here all long
See my hairs falling off
My skin's terse
I am getting aged here
Maybe I never know it
But time will tell

Am I bald and famished?
Because I stretch my neck
To see what's there
Who's where anyway?

I'll perch here
I will wait
O! see the conflict
Among the animals
Those who are there already
Maybe they are privileged
Am I for the carcass then?
The ones they refused to eat

O! lord, you made us all
And while some are Kings, some are Princes
Some are peasants
The ones who must wait'
Is any a vagabond
Is anyone on a spell not to have it?
Is any doomed by fate
To suffer and strain?
O! Lord you made us all.

What a despised bird you are
O! my vulture!
Nevertheless, in your wings
There is safety
In your beak
There is strength and
The claws to tear as much flesh
When other animals
Have finished eating

The flesh of waiting
Much waiting.
For the fat bone
The only one they refused to eat
Maybe nobody knows it
Time and season has spared it for me.

O let them have it all
I'll perch here
I will wait

I am the most patient of all animals
Though I wait here all long
All my heart yearns
All I will get
Desires won't fail
As long as man last here on earth
I know it

Though I am despised
And live far away from men
At my time,
At my season
I will swoop in style
I will select my meat
Not the ones they've refused to eat
But my right, my portion
The one set by time and season
The fruit of patience.

SaintJerry A. 2001