The Bird's Own Sorry Fate

Many a times ,I wonder Why,
You-Humans wish to explore the sky,
A flight on wings does make you laugh,
A flight on wings does make us cry.

We birds are often metaphors for freedom,
Lest one knows the tensions behind.
Hundreds of them I can count in Random
The "Hundreds of those" which you may not find.

The problems facing which we are grown
from a place much above the land.
Is much more different from where
you have known,
Is much more different from the
soil or the sand.

The mighty wind does sweep us apart.
Like the waste you sweep with your broom.
It shatters our home,
It shatters our hearts,
It shatters our hopes,
with a single Ka-Boom.

The water form the monstrous sky
Waters our efforts into many a half.
A flight in the sky does make me cry.
Though a flight in sky does make you laugh.

The idea that "We are free", is truly absurd,
We are like the bounds of the sky so bound.
Every now and then,
our hopes being shattered,
Life is far better
down on the land.

Every now and then our hopes being shattered,
Life is far better down on the land.
You often wish
that "You were a bird"
and I often wish
that "I was a man".