kings, sticks and birds

ladies and gentlemen

imagine a bird on song in a tree

an ordinary bird like you or like me

imagine some ruffian happening by

and beating him within an inch of his life

ahh!

then a priest from some denomination

witnessing this abomination

blesses not the bird but the beast

the unknown soldier appears on the field

and takes the bird's feathers to put on his shield

then a powerful judge from the high court

decrees that the birds really ought

not be allowed to sing in the trees

but then one day

some of the priests and soldiers and judges

putting aside some old worn grudges

changes their minds and the birds sang again

it was the revolution

the revolution is a story of birds

of sticks and stones and bushes and bones

a story of now

a story of then

a story of woman

a story of men

a story of everything to come

of everything under the sun