Small Birds Hunter

Let off the trigger-- birds hunter

I am but a small and helpless bird

Unable to even feed your little kids.

I am the bird-- subsisting on water and crumb

I am the bird-- born on farmers' palms.

Near, far-- my chirps are heard

Here, there-- with the air swayed.

Let off the trigger-- birds hunter

I am neither happy nor sad-- confused

Having not enough chirpping and wrabbling.

No longer could I feel  breezes.

No longer could I complain about blizzards.

Whenever nature treats me bad

I say "It will get better"

Long have I endured such scenes-- unfair and hard.

I am the bird-- glimpsing from afar out there in the sky

The eagle-- streching his wings and claws

That all fear and follow.

I also glimpse an outsider bird-- hungry and scared

Lost birds- half awake, half asleep 

Blown, thrown by the eagle's wing blows 

Dancing-- the slaughtering dance.

Let off the trigger-- small birds hunter

keep some bullets to hunt both-- hunted and hunter.