Rumor has it.
Rumor has it that people don't like me.
They say that I offended them.
That I stands for war and hate.
And the country I fly for is weak.
Well, rumor has it that I have been here for over 200 years.
That I flies on all buildings that will have me.
I lead every march down main street.
They sing a pretty song in my honor.
So rumor has it I will be here long after you're gone.
So if I offend you that much. Rumor has it you can leave anytime.
The plane has room and rumor has it you're not coming back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem