A silent sword
We are swords, yet so silent,
Living on this planet.
Like birds that sing every day,
Telling us that the weather is bad.
I fear many things,
For the jungle is deeply disturbed.
Lions think they are the owners;
They rule the goats without mercy.
Hens are persecuted by lions;
They burn while waiting for the rain.
Peace is only a dream in the jungle,
And difficulties begin when we wake.
People pray for the night,
Not for the daylight that brings suffering.
They beg for help because
The elephants disappeared with their promises.
They abandoned the jungle like strangers,
No longer longing for their home.
Who will save the little birds from the lions,
Lost in the darkest part of the forest?
Only brave knights can rescue them.
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