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.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2015
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