Disperse away
When shall we have real home?
To live and welcome
Birds of various kinds
And with little search to find
We want nothing more
So make us no sore
We want green trees all over
To get us a shelter
As you have already killed
And exiled
Many of our generations
We are already on extinction
Without firing a shot
We are caught
In cross fire
And now no place is on hire
We have no place to take refuge
As everybody refuses
Some pick us on the way
Others fire in air to disperse away
We have no place to take refuge As everybody refuses Some pick us on the way Others fire in air to disperse away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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