Free the Angry Birds

Free the birds, let them go to the East The North is unfavourable to them; The terrorists has done them wrong Feasting from where they have not sown. The overwhelmed corpses on the ground Has becomes the object of their pains. Free the angry birds to their songs Are aching our innocent fearful ears; Let the birds sing to the air of their pains, Maybe their tone could be heard and be of help the casualities We have listened and our ears are worn out To their sagging songs. Allow the birds to march to the Eagle's square, Their plight could be heard in the midst of the house In the morning of their quest to see the change, The Boo Harries seek selfishly without consideration. Try to maintain the tempo of their sagging voice And make the note known abroad where Emotions and feelings are not morally abused. Mount the speakers outside the Eagle's square and let them sing to the Boo Harries of our economy, Master the beat of their melody for the Beauty of their agony lies in the lyrics of their songs. I have seen them lately at the corner whispering, Lingered words to the cloud of the suffering which The Boo Harries have pushed them into. Free the angry birds to tell the world their plight.