Green left weekly recently published by poem, About that bird that sings, which I dedicate to all the whistle-blowers who have given up so much for our freedom.
About that bird that sings
Bold and true Beautiful abandonment Belonging to just a few Behold its sweet song of sorrow
Whistling at winds of change The spotter on the lookout Shot down by denial Such is the disgrace
The hunter’s rifle smokes As it chokes out that flame The fanfare never arrived For that song bird that whistled so true