Unknown to me,
the Robin sang,
is the right of Man,
to capture all my cousins,
to steal all of the land.
They come and go
and fight and steal
and **** and fear
and waste a meal.
Why do they take more than they need?
I'd be all right with
a single seed.
Its odd to me,
I just don't know.
They **** my kin with a single blow.
Wait,
stop,
SEE!
They sometimes yell.
I get excited;
they're ending hell!
But no,
I'm wrong.
I see no peace.
Its just a war....
Some are gone, at least.
They cage my friends
and treat them 'nice'.
While wasting water,
and melting ice.
"Stupid!" I'm called.
Only just a bird!
Am I truly?
Perhaps they cannot hear my words....
I speak for us!
The animals,
the trees.
The swaying blades,
the falling leaves.
We're the ones that know
(I think)
the best way to live,
the best WAY to think!
And poor, poor them.
They'll never see,
why they die in floods,
and storms,
and seas.
Yet WE know!
(Else, I'm quite sure...)
Sweet Earth is weeping.
She has seen the knowledge in them,
Sleeping.