Crossing borders
Breaking rules
Flying birds
Having a hope of life
Entered into their kingdom
Where the freedom is
From region to region
And season to season
Singing and flying
Enjoy the immigrant life
No one ask from where they come
Fruits and nectar warmly welcome
Immense sky freedom to fly
Differentiated man question why
Crossing borders secretly
Violate rules willingly
Creating stories so strongly
Refugee life hopefully
Having taken finger prints
Identity in data bank
Scanning the life so sharp
Bounded freedom granted
Here and there question is freedom
Freedom and life relatively different
Human beings of highest wisdom
Borders still are so apparent
Seasonal birds are free to fly
Failed identity compel to fly
Dream of freedom going to die
Rejected humanity of world so why
As I so often point out there is no such thing as a Canadian goose, not even Canadian geese. It is a Canada goose or Canada geese; they have no citizenship. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a truly enjoyable poem. Your reference to fingerprints and border visas is so appropriate as I have so often experienced. You hae done a good job. Read mine - Home Is - Adeline