Beneath a Southern sky, where shadows grow long,
A mockingbird sings, its melody strong.
Its voice, a mimicry, a tapestry spun,
Of laughter and sorrow, battles half won.
A child's innocent eyes, wide with wonder,
See a world of injustice, a story to ponder.
Boo Radley, a phantom, a whispered name,
A symbol of prejudice, fueled by blame.
Scout, the brave narrator, with Jem by her side,
Unraveling secrets, where truths reside.
Atticus Finch, a beacon, a voice of reason,
Fighting for fairness, defying the season.
Maycomb, a town steeped in history's embrace,
Where prejudice lingers, a venomous trace.
Tom Robinson, falsely accused, a victim of hate,
A testament to the darkness, a cruel fate.
The mockingbird sings, its song a plea,
For compassion and justice, for everyone to see.
A reminder of innocence, of empathy's call,
To fight for the powerless, to stand tall.
So let us listen to the mockingbird's song,
A message of hope, where we all belong.
For in its melody, a truth we may find,
That even in darkness, goodness we can bind.