May Be That Is How Birds Learned To Fly
Down in the world of treachery
Survival is for the strongest side
Weakest have no place in its tents
For they cannot dance for noble songs
In that state of despair
Alone and powerless among the elite
Searching for place to plant hope
They began to jump round and round the field
Seeing the clouds rolling in peace
Jumping gave birth to new sense of looking ahead
Strengthen the will to explore other avenues
To avoid persecution of the strong world
In the moment of silence, aching for freedom-
-They pulled away from the rope-
-Hold on to the air being free
And fly up to sky where the strongest could not
Finding site to go to avoid pain
In midst of gloominess
There comes a time, to sing 'eureka'
May be that is how birds learned to fly
Spending time in higher space, to
Avoid chains in the cruel world
And embellish their lives with happiness
Copyright © Lekau Mamabolo | Year Posted 2014
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