The birds in the skies are spreading their truth.
They cover the world, vocalising concerns.
The bird telegraph,flies safe over war zones.
Nearly always the great escape.
They tell of the things they bear witness to.
The birds know the truth.
They tell one another.
Sadly, they can’t tell the propaganda machine of the things that they’ve seen.
As sadly the birds don’t talk in human tongues.
I’m sure they know what’s going on.
The media dispatch war zone news, the birds know what’s happening a whole lot better.
The birds, they never seem to worry as much as you and I.
The birds with unspoken words.
The eyes in the sky.