Why do people poach me to get my sapphire coloured feathers?
Why do people crazy behind me?
Why do they so cruel to me?
Why do they stretch their giant hands to me?
Why do they jealous of my beauty?
What do they think, when I excite the sky turns black?
What do they think; I dance when the rain drops on my back?
What do they think, when I spread my feathers like a rainbow?
What do they think; I am more beautiful than a ballerina?
Why can't they be proud of me?
Why can't they protect me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem