HAILING TO LET GO

Sing to the birds of one tree

And they will make it their hobby to sing to birds of many trees

Your very private song

Will be heard everywhere in the sky before long

Some songs must not be sang in the face of collaborationists

We must turn into worry abortionists

To do away with such songs

Before long.

I sang my songs

To the hearing of many welcoming ears

Little did I know I was the sport

And they were the amusers

One sleep is all it gave

And took away my face

Everywhere in the sky, I heard of its elaborate additions and lies

Casting me out of the public eye

And making me sit in my worry nest

No attempt was made to help relieve the sorrow in the song

All they were interested in was to listen

And be the first to tell

So bury them in your heart

Even if you are no worry abortionist

Than singing it to even one bird

Who will make you look down as you fly

Chances are, you falling down because of fear

Or crushing with a huge tree

This is a true heartie talkie

Neglect it not.

By amoafowaa