The Warrior birds..
Hey, We are two warrior birds
Who have the same alleles.
Hatched from the same nest
In the mother birds wings
With warmth of love
Perch’s together in appetite
Shared the bates on beaks
When we started to croon
Dawn wakes up with smile
All the buds blossomed
Added colors to thick plumage
Sickle tails outlined as a hanging rainbow.
More energetic slim body on tough thighs
Head raises up, the crown like comb,
Seething eyes and dancing wattles
They walked on the green carpet.
Like triumphant warriors.
Swaying all, dance with us. Sing with us
The auction took place
Extremist, millionaires and politicians surrounds us
They told to fight and become brighter
Metal hooks kept in wings
More sharpened stout beaks
Perching feet’s with sharp knifes
Jolts by each strike and sparks
We maul each other strikes,
Strike, strike each other
They clap and pour more fire.
Feathers they sliced
Arteries, river of life are cut
Sweethearts they broken
Wartime over gatherings disperses
Nobody there to hold in hands
Warriors squeal at last in tears
Near the nest tree
For the gambler “they are dying”.
Only for clap only for clap
With their laugh and power
Merrily other warriors are ready.
Think before the auction young flock
Dusk filled with blood drops.
No comments:
Post a Comment