Flying bird

Wake up early in the morning, want to find sustenance, birds fly high, then give news that cannot be understood, they sit back in chairs, then close ranks to make a decision.

Green, yellow and orange, the scorching heat is faced, the storm rain is passed, water flows rapidly from faces full of hope.

Black suits, black ties and caps, covering faces full of lies, standing and pointing fingers for one goal that will destroy sustenance.

Voices echo loudly, are we heard, are we noticed, they are the ones who spend, we are the ones who clean and are responsible for their greed.