“Palace Court Case”
Take a gamble at the palace gate.
What if you’re asked to wait and wait,
And the guards force you back around,
To the carriage pulled by horses - back to town.
Will this trip be a waste
of the courage to be disgraced?
Determined to be granted a word,
To be noticed and heard.
I, a resident from the forest village,
Voice our concerns against the pillage,
Of our birds for their alluring feathers of color.
Life without them would be dull and less than a dollar.
After all, past and present, they helped us thrive,
By finding our supply of fish with just a dive.
It would be a grievance if they were gone.
Our friends, they are, and not to be pounced upon.
Blue, red, and green, they are beautiful birds.
To kill or pluck a feather; it would be absurd.
Yet, some do,
and it’s very true.
He who smirks at our yelling cries,
our many tries.
A noble owns our land and murders our feathery friends.
To persevere and press on is what we will defend.