They Got Voice - Poem by victor onyango
You listen to our sounds
But can never get the message
So you conclude all is well.
We are the birds of the air
Along the paths you tramp on us
And it is business as usual.
We are the ants
Your visitors arrive, you get in a celebration mood
For me my end is near because you chase us up and down to prepare soup
You think that is expected
We are the hens and cocks.
We are rained on because you cannot build us a shed
And the slightest seconds you get
All you do is flog us
We are the cows and donkeys.
But you forget
We birds of air improve the aesthetic value of your environment
Our sweet songs ushers you to a new day and soothes you to sleep
We ants tell when the rain nears so you can prepare your farms
We cocks crow early in the morning just to wake you up so that you can do your errands.
We cows and donkeys gives you milk and carry heavy loads for you.
Yet you treat us as though we are less important.
Are that ungrateful?
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