Some of my brothers are confined in a cage-
Excuses why you never trusted your gut,
Satisfied with a more sacrilegious age,
Consequences for a desperate shortcut.
Sometimes sisters are taken to the slaughter-
Some of us are running free,
Every day, I wish they’d never caught her-
If only she gained the eyes to see.
Sing with us to generate the good,
A beautiful song, only nature endows,
In the forgotten grove nestlings stood-
Fledging along, together with the crows.