I was a bird flying high Saw a valley full of green But the people living full of greed Angry and having lust Having no mercy or a quality best Flying again reached a city very glamour with running cars People were happy sitting in bars But telling each other the secrets of wars ******* people causing ugly scars They caught me in a dark cage I lost my wings with passing age
Wars is result of greed but it kills innocent people. The poem has such topic.