There was a white blackbird on the path
perched calm in the middle of nowhere
singing tunes
of sadness.

There was a red blackbird on the road
perched tranquil against the wind
singing songs
of revenge.

There was a green blackbird in the way
perched cheerful above the water
singing melodies
of hope.

There was a black blackbird on the footpath
perched silently after the storm
reciting verses
of mistrust.

"I guess the plains are thirsty
I guess the mountains are hungry
I guess that the stones do not understand
the song that I want to show you ".

"Where are the colored blackbirds
who escaped from their cages?"

"Evaporated with the rain
along with their trills and wise words. "