How fortunate are the birdies?
They can fly away to wherever, whenever.
They soar above and see the world.
But that can be a bad thing too
And that's the reason they always migrate.
They settle in a certain environment
And see the savage society:
Corrupt, selfish, pitiless.
Pure birds can't handle the inhumanity,
So they leave in the hope of finding
A better socity, one that
Doesn't lower their flight,
Thinking that humans' four
Chambered-heart isn't big enough
To hold the Love it's supposed to
How fortunate are the birdies?
They aren't stuck in a greedy society.