Poem: Beak Faced Overlord

The pigeons walk amongst us,
The unnoticed feathered race,
Hatching a fiendish masterplan,
The human fall from grace.

We won’t know when it hits us,
We won’t know what to do,
We’ll just bow to our beak faced overlord
The ultimate political coup, coup

By jim.gifford [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

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