Kings, Sticks And Birds کے بول

Ladies and Gentlemen Imagine a bird on song in a tree An ordinary bird like you or like me Imagine some ruffian happening by And beating him within an inch of his life Ahh! Then a priest from some denomination Witnessing this abomination Blesses not the bird but the beast The Unknown Soldier appears on the field And takes the bird's feathers to put on his shield Then a powerful judge from the high court Decrees that the birds really ought Not be allowed to sing in the trees But then one day Some of the priests and soldiers and judges Putting aside some old worn grudges Changes their minds and the birds sang again It was the Revolution The Revolution is a story of birds Of sticks and stones and bushes and bones A story of now, a story of then A story of woman, a story of men A story of everything to come Of everything under the sun