Modulation

When we were on the comfortable trees, Afraid of brutes with and without legs, We mimicked the voices of the birds to communicate, One from the banyan tree talks with another in the canopy, Before we started to speak and peck, We used to bark, roar, howl and bleat, Sing the songs of cuckoo to court the weak, Louder one shouted, we were very frightened, The temperature made our jaws to move haphazard, Nothing was kept as the secrets to lock in the wallets, Men dominated while women were tied to the bed and fire, We have cleared our throat to utter the words, That is meaningful to the ears of the listening toads, We have changed a lot, lied to convince and convene, While these animals produce the same original sounds, Ever since they have been created, millions of years passed, With no formation of trade unions, interest groups and animal society, our hearts are the ones that can be shattered with inaudible noise. Let these animals have the peace, speaking of the true verse.