BIRD
You are born with wings, feel the lust of freedom in the sky;
From above you see! people fighting, shrinking, dying.
Bullets in the head, body in the sling

If God is up there, do you ask him?
Or. To demon about his feelings?
You find them speechless. Both having fun, cruelty bounding.

How many epochs the man becomes a slave?
Their happiness ruins under power and grave
Wish I could fly above the ruthless world,
I naïve Destroy the myth and ours beastly crave.

Do not come down to a sickening planet.
In sunlight, rain or mayhem
Be destined where you are
Man will **** you, in this terrain.....