Flying My Birds
I fly the birds around this place
We chat amongst the trees
The wildlife up in this place
Contains a rainbow breeze.
The truth rises to the top
A quiet frozen mountain
I fly my birds up to the top
To chat and to surround it.
Discussing the monopoly,
Folks with greed in mind--
I'm the messenger of truth
Sending my birds to fly.
The Greed-ridden dictators
Own...
Thursday 14th April 2016 5:18 am
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