Our world, our only home
Has changed its feathers
But it became an utterly different bird too
Hoovering over universe 's domes
The loudest of all yellers
With its fierce hawk eyes
And claws clenched for a strike
It couldn't really catch any pray
For when danger's on the rise
Scared to death
It shies away
From any real fight
Wings that are carrying our days
Are wings of a queer bird
Of disheleved and thin plumage
A quizzical detail of a funny looking image
Seeing that it avoided skirmishes from its birth
Ask anyone from its flock
They know chronicles of this creature
They would tell the stories of this proud flyer
With flying capacities of a rock
In the quietest conversations
You would hear the story of a genius
With clumsy thoughts and skilful words
Taking itself much too serious
