THEY LOVE PIGEONS

 They keep us in a golden cage shining bright

A gold chain even adorns our tender pink feet

They feed us with the choicest sweet fruits

And they always say that they love pigeons.

On festival days, they release hundreds of us

Clap and cheer, as we flutter our wings and fly

The huge blue sky we enjoy, not for much time

As they catch us back, surely say they love pigeons

Just at any trigger, the leaders just to suit their ego

Start a war of destruction, mindless annihilation

Millions lose their loved ones, and children orphaned

Countries are victimised, but they say they love pigeons.

After all, millions were killed and the towns destroyed

Leaders stand on the very mount of the burial grave

Shaking hands and signing the treaty with broad smiles

Release many pigeons, say we love peace and pigeons.