The Bloodline And The Underestimated Path Of Life

Over a spread tree
Laid a nonviolent nest
With passive resistant eggs
Conquered by oppressors and transgressors
Singing the chantant of sorrow
With their wrecked beak
Twitting over the sky
And over the dancing breeze
Stalk still in their broken nest.
 
The turmoil goes rapidly and repeatedly
In the length and breadth
Their bloodline is cut
They leap from east to west
Looking for a better garden
Down the streams
And up the skies.

I witnessed the birds of gaza
Striking their wings beneath the silly running air
To prevent them from braking
And there I saw Congo in an unprecedented mood
When the humanitarians are pushed into the wrecked nest
To aid the eggs
From the widespread violations of human rights
And the devastating incidents of gender-based violence
Oh my! What a heartache?

The bloodline is cut
When millions of birds in Sudan are forced
To flee to other angles in the nest
And the entire generation of their eggs missed out on their apprenticeship of flight
Moving hungrily, helter-skelter
Twitting over the sky
And over the dancing breeze
Stalk in their broken nest,
Indeed, thier path of life is underestimated
Culturally, religiously
They leap from east to west
Looking for a better garden
Down the stream
And up the skies.
Oh my! What a heartache?.