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In a quiet countryside farm, the pigeons and chickens coexisted peacefully until one day, a dispute arose over the best roosting spot in the barn. The disagreement quickly escalated into a full-blown war as both sides gathered their flocks and engaged in intense battles. Feathers flew, squawks and coos filled the air, and eggs were used as weapons in the conflict. Eventually, a wise old owl intervened and helped the two sides reach a compromise, bringing an end to the war and restoring peace to the farm once again.

From my perch up high, so free,
I see a world with doves in glee,
A peaceful sight, or so it seems,
But this world's built on broken dreams.

A world where rulers reign with might,
And claim their power's for the right,
But it's just a facade, a sham,
A cover-up of their dirty scam.

The doves they coo, in blissful peace,
While the ruling class never cease,
To take and take, with greedy glee,
From those below, so silently.

But from my perch, I see it all,
The cracks in this facade so tall,
I see the greed that's hiding deep,
And the lies that rulers try to keep.

The doves they fly, so unaware,
Of the world's pain and its despair,
They sing their songs and spread their wings,
While the ruling class pulls the strings.

But what if we could break these chains,
And end the rulers' cruel reigns?
What if we could rise as one,
And bring an end to all their fun?

We could create a world anew,
Where doves could fly without a clue,
Of the pain that once was there,
And the rulers' greed that caused despair.

But change won't come without a fight,
We must rise up with all our might,
And take control of our own fate,
And end the rulers' cruel mandate.

So let's band together, you and me,
And fight for a world where we can be,
Free from the rulers' cruel hold,
And the doves can fly, so bold.

But first, we must take a stand,
And kill the doves throughout the land,
For they're a symbol of this world,
A world with rulers' lies unfurled.

So let us rise, with sword in hand,
And take back control of our land,
And build a world that's truly just,
Where doves can soar without distrust.

Verse 1:
In a world ruled by birds,
Oppression lurked and stirred,
Each species had a role,
But they all paid a toll.

Doves communicated with ease,
But their information they’d seize,
Using propaganda as their tool,
And always acting like a fool.

Owls were the judges with wisdom,
But their surveillance lacked a kingdom,
Leaving much of the system unchecked,
And the birds to their fate were hexed.

Crows were the executioners with might,
Enforcing the law with a fight,
Punishing those who disobeyed,
And for the oppressed chickens, no aid.

Verse 2:
Each bird was professional in their role,
But they were all unhappy, lost their soul,
No learning or freedom in this place,
Leaving them trapped in this bird race.

The chickens were the most oppressed of all,
Forced to produce eggs, no regard at all,
Living in cages, freedom denied,
Their dreams and desires all put aside.

Whispers of resistance began to spread,
Swans and ducks wanted the system dead,
Challenging the status quo,
But the risk was high, their movements slow.

Verse 3:
Crow Jack, a symbol of power and order,
Was a ruthless enforcer, no border,
Patrolling the skies, hunting down,
Protecting the system's resource crown.

Living a life of luxury and privilege,
Its aggressive tactics never did besiege,
Encouraged and rewarded for its ways,
Seeing no reason to change its plays.

One day, Jack was abducted by water birds,
Taken to a hidden location, unheard,
Nearly killed before it escaped,
Lost and alone, its fate unshaped.

Verse 4:
Without the system, Jack was helpless,
Unable to sustain itself, so ruthless,
The resistance offered it food and shelter,
At first hesitant, given its reputation as a helter-skelter.

As days passed, Jack learned of the resistance’s plight,
Realizing the system was flawed and not right,
Blinded to the suffering of others,
Its privilege had shielded it from bird brothers.

Jack knew it could never go back,
Had to fight against the system, on this track,
Difficult and painful, but a moral transformation,
Reconciling its past actions with its new creation.

Verse 5:
The sparrows were cunning and resourceful,
Small and agile, able to move, never dull,
They helped the resistance in their fight,
Exposing injustices with all their might.

The resistance made progress, exposed the lies,
Disrupting the flow of information, no longer dies,
Convincing some of the owls to defect,
Joining their cause, no longer neglect.

Verse 6:
But tensions arose within their ranks,
Jack emerged as a leader, a strength to thank,
His aggression inspiring others to fight,
Harder and more fiercely than before, the night.

But as the fight intensified, Jack lost his way,
Consumed by a thirst for power and sway,
The others began to fear him, unsure of his intent,
Unpredictable, violent, causing dissent.

Verse 7:
During a violent battle, Jack went too far,
Ordered his followers to attack, a new scar,
The swan leading the resistance knew,
This was not what they had been fighting to pursue.

The swan made the difficult decision,
To kill Jack, before his rise to power, no indecision,
Though consumed with guilt and regret,
For taking the life of a fellow bird, never to forget.