The Birds

The birds are our witnesses The birds are our narrators The birds are our revealers The fire was burning The smoke was rising The bombs were bombing The people were dying The guns were sounding The folks were weeping The rapists were raping The kidnapers were abducting The killer were killing. All bad things were gone All good things are come Untranquil land it was Tranquil land it is. Uneducated people they were Educated people they are. Country's blood lakes and rivers it had Country's fresh lakes and rivers it have. The birds have unguilty eyes The birds have verity mouths. The birds are so innocents. The birds will verbalise forever!! #EDM.