Visuals/Photos/Poem/Spoken Word - Greg Pigeons fighting to survive Around here the hawks they dive Into their nests & eggs destroyed The parents fly off to avoid Being hurt by their foe Now their babies they won't know They've been here before the build Of these flats & the rent yield Undisturbed in the industrial age The way their treated makes me rage People see them as a pest To get them out would be best The mess they make they detest Cleaning up they have no rest It's natural what they do Just like animals & humans too The beauty in them some can't see The colours on their neck will be Bright purple & jade green Puffed up chests of males seen Trying to attract a mate The cooing sound that they make They're the cleaners of the town Why do people put them down? They have a purpose in this world So why from nests are their eggs hurled To drive them out of this place Yet you can still pigeons race So I will feed them all I like The management can take a hike What I do is no! t a crime So I will just spend my time Watching them as they feed That's because they have a need They are God's creatures needing care The way they're treated is unfair Leave them be & let them live For the joy that they give
