The Poor Man's Song

I have watched birds fly In the heavenly firmament There are no bye-laws To make them pay their taxes Their flight schedule is not disclosed Their itinerary is not made public Yet they are free to fly I have watched Man make rules It is not the rules that make Man The rules are made for the poor man To dangle on them and fall To fiddle with them and burn The laws are not meant to bring happiness They are only meant to guard against the poor man's appetite It is not foolishness to be poor But yet foolishness has been perfected by the system That keeps the poor man down I want to fly away like a bird With no destination to call home Only clouds to conquer And winds to betray I want to be free From the foolishness of Man ©Kenneth Maswabi