Painstakingly and lovingly, they build their abode,
Their shelter for seasons all.
A place where one belongs and happiness is bestowed,
and one day brought down by a call!
A call to destroy which they watched with appall.
So, it remains a mystery,
having seen the distress and exodus with the fall,
why we never learn from history!
Seeing them perturbed, whose is this victory,
Maybe it is to save our wall,
But it’s a shame, without a plan cutting down a tree,
Whereto will these birds now crawl!
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