Free

Free as a bird

Not a care

No hurtful words

You could fly high

Up to the sky

No real critisism or threat

No needed reason why

But even birds must die death by gun shot

Limbs torn roasted

“I’m king of hunting!”

The fatass boasted

The life of a mee hatchling brouth to an end

Good bye my feathery friend

Free

Free as a bird

Not a care

No hurtful words