Kissinger - John Saint John

  I am a little bird made of black and red feathers I fly in low trees and the ground during the day in search of grains and leaves to feed on I hide on high trees in the night to avoid my enemies These are the animals that see me as food, and people who want to cage me for the rest of my days My freedom is flying with my wings all spread out in the air, Letting the wind sweep me through the open skies where there are no obstacles Or dangerous bird eaters When I am strong enough, I want to ride on the white clouds that travel in the sky Those are really high and to get there, I will need the energy and warmth to sustain me up there In case you didn’t know, it is really really cold up there. And that isn’t just it; the higher you fly, the colder it becomes. In that case, I need to grow thicker feathers for the flight. I do that by plucking out some of my current feathers I pick the older ones that don’t look very healthy and pluck the off. This allows f...

At the mention of your name, my stomach rumbles My hair stands, and back pangs sting; I sense a dark dangling cloud, - yet bears no rain.  My heart loses its rhythm and worry wraps itself around my soul in a ghostly embrace: - It is not well. The scene at the airport still torments, As yet another girl arrives in a casket; It is not well. Salty tears aren't dried yet, Before another call of distress - Our girls starve in your homes, SaudiA Our girls are raped under your watch, and forced to breastfeed your puppies! They are beaten, overworked, Denied medical attention - And even killed! It can't be well! I cry and will not be quiet- Not until you change your ways SaudiA!   You say I buy you!... I ask who buys another? Who sets the price for a human? Who decides when they die...? and why?            Why?? It is not well! They come seeking a livelihood; Scarcity of work in our motherland And the demand for labour in yours. Why do...