A Little Bird Sings

A little bird sits on a tree top high and sings a nice song to the world as a little man with big axe smiling sharpens the tool to cut wood tree “You, you human being there, you, listen to me now and always do. You cut down trees, twigs, forests; Why do you cut and cut and burn? Trees my home, forests my palace; Where shall we live today, tomorrow? Where shall my children, generations, play and enjoy their rights, you man?” Then the squirrel joins and sings too; “This two-legged animal that laughs, giggling as he destroys and terminates, tired and scared of you are us, animals! You eat us, burn us, and destroy us this globe with man as destroyer mourns daily we wake up to see axes and fires cutting and licking earth’s big bottom! How can we play and enjoy in our homes? How can we feel at home with humans? You terminator, tormentor, tears-monger, set us free, let the world be free, humans! You shoot your legs broken everyday Yet you celebrate, dream, and slumber