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The World-Song
Back when the flowers still sang,
the world was at peace.
All creatures on earth could compose
and sprout beautiful melodies that
covered the oceans and the forests
in one world-song.
Mammals, fishes and reptilians -
The roses, the wolves, the children -
they could all sing in colorful tones and timbres.
Every creature knew the way of the world-song.
This was how they understood each other.
Singing was their language,
and their way of maintaining harmony
with each other.
When a creature was in pain, they would
sing a solemn note, and the world
would ache in the same pain.
When a creature was happy, they would
sing a joyful note, and the world
would cheer in the same happiness.
Through the world-song, anyone could know
when their fellow creature needed something,
like food, shelter or love, because everyone
could sing it and expect understanding.
It was as if everyone today all turned on their
radios at the same time and let each song
express the feelings of the world in a
big and beautiful orchestra.
Yet after a thousand years of the world-song,
the birds were becoming arrogant.
They declared they were the best singers
of the world-song.
They had the purest
the prettiest,
the clearest
voices in the whole world.
afraid that maybe one day someone could sing as beautiful as them
they started cutting off the vocal chords of every living being
from the big mammals to de small reptiles
no animal could ever sing as pretty as the birds
time passed and a new species emerged,
they walked erect and in two legs
this new animal loved the singing of the birds
they didn’t know all the harm the birds have made
in order to always hear them they put them in cages
the birds sang sad songs but the humans thought it was a beautiful chant
the singing was so beautiful, how can it be a cry of clemency?
now the songs were of suffer because they hated the confinement
they cried for help but the animals didn’t help them
now the birds have to suffer forever
scared to get trapped and chant in a jail forever,
sometime the birds think, what if we didn’t took the animals voice?
maybe they would help us, maybe we wouldn’t be alone.
