Dragons of creation, Arise

They that fear you, shall no longer hunt you.

Your breath as the wind, to hot or too cold.
Your wrath on their sole, they have dug a big hole.

For without you they sleep in the darkest of ages

Finally waking as birds, no honor,no colors.

Fluttering, flapping. As with loose pages.

Only you the dragons of creation, can free this plague,
“Man” all trapped in their own cages.
As man too often must kill……………..
Before listening to the voice
That screams its “YOUR CHOICE”
Fear over rides their inherent wizzdumb

They hear not the herald
“WAKE UP MATE ITS NOT JUST YOU’R WORLD”
The birds the birds, they heard not the words
Free will now silences their voices.
Now this plague “Man” has to many choices.
Arise!
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