the birds of many colours

The birds of many colours

Flying around in the open space

The small humming birds and eagles

Down to the pigeons and swallows

The sparrows will claim the roof

There it will breed and hide the whole day

Coming out to collect food

The watch dogs on the roof

They don't speak of territorial rights

They know what the open space means

Every of its kind has the rights to fly

There is no rules or net to avoid

But with humans

We hear of rights and borders

Why can't they live in harmony?

Sharing it for goodwill and peace?

With our brains we lose our sights

We lose to the peabrains of living in harmony

They have more sense sharing the open space

We are really far behind learning to live