Exodus of the chirping birds
The wise, in silence, they spend their days,
Until mistaken, and so they change their ways.
So chirp you, little birds, let the trees be shaken,
For every silent cry has always been forsaken.
The brave, in the dark corner, they calmly stay,
Utterly unfazed, until they are in a tyrant’s play
So chirp you, little birds, let the woods be shaken,
Let the long-sleeping giants within, finally awaken.
Great nations grieve and, bend like withered flowers,
Not long before the swift rise, they show true powers.
So chirp you, little birds, let your ground be shaken,
Let the oppressor's insolence be violently taken.
Copyright © Clara Rosefire | Year Posted 2024
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