Chicken Little

Chicken Little saw the roosters,
She heard the big bombs fly,
All the explosions and yelling,
Here falls down the sky,
But the roosters and farmhands,
Would not believe the little one,
The sky is not falling,
But our wars has just begun,
The sky wasn’t falling then,
And to roosters that was good,
But if the sky could really fall,
They didn’t question if it could

Little poked into the henhouse,
And saw chickens guard their eggs,
They were trying to protect them,
Fearfully shaking their legs,
She saw the hen house bombarded,
After she took one step outside,
She wouldn’t be a silent witness,
She would have to choose a side,
And since Little learned humbly,
To share thoughts and make noise,
She thought the same of life,
Said no more sharing war toys

She approached a warful rooster,
Who held a knife in plain sight,
The farmhouse was an internment,
Little knew it wasn’t right,
She tapped on the elder’s shoulder,
And looked him in the face,
Little looked at the roosters smile,
And frowned with her disgrace,
The general was writing blueprints,
He used a missile to surround,
The rooster looked up at murders,
And then looked right back down

“Who are you?” Said the rooster,
You are messing up my plan,
Where is your machine gun?
You should hold it in your hand,
Little then saw the hatchlings,
They all fought for eggs to teach,
They grabbed any egg they could,
Whenever peace was out of reach,
Then the farmer graced in,
He had come to collect eggs,
And all the farm birds cheered him,
Thinking he was God instead

All the fury bombs had landed,
The chickens blew their coops,
But this wasn’t playtime laughing,
For the dying hatchling troops,
For they will keep on killing,
It is the only way to live,
But if you have no time for loving,
Then you have no life to give,
So brave the darting bullets,
For those who fire them at you,
They can’t return the favor,
If you shoot your bullets, too

Silo castles filled the sky,
Nesting chickens put at post,
Waiting for their eggs to hatch,
Which they loved to keep the most,
But off to war chicks had to go,
Just as Little had to do,
But she complained of violence,
That the world was coming to,
She was laughed at by her father,
As her mother held her near,
To her father’s golden metals,
War’s answer was quite clear

The roosters charged the cavalry,
It was a sea of slitting throats,
To ride the blood bath massacre,
Noah would have to build a boat,
But Chicken Little saw this,
And told Noah not to build,
They need to learn their lesson,
They need to be able not to kill,
Noah agreed with her on this,
He then threw the planks aside,
Why should I be sailing,
If life itself can't ride?

The sky drifts away from courage,
It can’t support bombs anymore,
We can keep bullets from flying,
We can put an end to war,
But the guns of warlords,
Give us a firing squad world,
If you keep all of the grenades,
Then you have nothing left to hurl,
Chicken Little sees skies falling,
The elder roosters don’t believe,
They sit and play their death games,
That God can’t even conceive