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I Prelude

« During the XXXVI century, our summer ranch was devastated by a terrible, thick and noxious plague. We lost several comrades and we hastily left the cormorant’s ancestral soil. »

II Black tide

Horror, disaster, damnation

Mistake, mirage, premonition

We knew it

The Shipwreck throws up its sticky tallow

River banks from days of yore

Now cry the ugly tomorrow

Mucked shores without survivors

Filth sadly bathes the mirror

In the dirtied gills

Sinking fish cadavers

Groaning smells of this terrible spill

The rainbow of terror

Seduces the death of the wretched

Dashing black ‘n blue mess

Accompanying the next hours

Crying burned openings

Gazes suffering the dull scent

Like the sick breeze

Of this sodomized giant

III Land Ho!

Tight flight formation, palmipedes are landing on the sea

Refugees, children of this filthy disruption

Hollow eyes and sand bellies

Sore but victorious, the muscles bend

Could this new cove feed them?

High wild grass filled heaven

Celestial tranquility that could enchant

The exhausted, decreased cormorants

Oh yes, oh yeah, feathers wreathing

Satisfaction whispers

Appreciated are this wind’s fragrances

Here, dwellings will be made

The nests and mating

For the hunted of the Great Disturbance

Free, free, not meant to die

The birds fly high in the sky

Please, please let’em go by

The river in front of your eyes

Everyone has the right to live high

Pleasure paradise for you and I

Hold, hold the menace so blind

The bird could live a good life

The birds’ village is to start again

IV Alert!

« Great Kowakk! Sentinels report intruders on the Vlatik riverside. They got comfortable and seem ready to stay! »

V Territory

Send diplomacy!

Flanked by one or two armies

They must be well greeted

We must restrict ambiguities!

Our intentions are peaceful

We just want to kick them out!

« Get the hell outta here! »

Here lies the range of our politics

Here, blades of grass are listed

Places already assigned

Stones numbered

Seeds specified

On our land, everything is labeled Bar code controlled

Air is rigorously calculated

We’re not sorry

We have nothing to give!

VI Pleading for the refugees

« The envoys came back empty-handed. The Ducks did not want to hear it. There was no place for the cormorants.

Though, they would made themselves tiny, just a parcel to raise the kids. The shore is so large and the sea so beautiful… »

Mercy, mercy, for the stricken

Give asylum to your peers

Graciousness to the lepers

Give them a sanctuary

VII Access denied

« Kwaat? They’re not gone yet? »

Dawn was the unconditional expiration

The squat’s audacity was fueling the feud

Tastes of blood in their gobs

« Run, Run! » The siren screamed

The grey jay never lied

Cormorants, escaping hatred

Took off toward the marsh

Fear the flying march

Grievous interception

The Battle of the Great Marsh

The Indigestible Apotheosis

The duck’s atrocious swindling

Condemning the stunned cormorants

Was fulfilling the saint’s destiny

The supreme honor of being slaughtered

VIII Vae Victis!

« …rival squadrons then engaged in a bloody clash…The harsh duel, air dance devoid of chivalry, was starting when a roaring and unknown thunder resounded… »

- And the bird’s fate was sealed by the lead barrier of the hunters-