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Birds of Emene have lost their sleep,
Even the eagles among them hardly hit high altitudes,
The crooners among them sing, but songs sound deep,
For the noise of common sight metal birds are magnitude.
The airforce's trainer jets are fantastically menacing,
With the rendezvous of routine flies and dives,
Causing the birds to fly with stiff wings while gliding,
They are seen on the ground hopping to survive.
They begs for a chance to freely stretch their flight feathers,
Finding consolation in the haven of our cathedral,
Hovering over the congregation during the holy mass,
With glamorous beauty both aesthetic and ethereal.
Birds of Emene are victims also of the aviation facility,
The boisterous Boeing crafts inconvenience their airspace,
The Akanu Ibiam International airport's activities dissipates their sanity,
Leaving them with the choice of migrating for solace.
Their nests are like snares,
Only useful for laying of eggs,
The day as well as the night to them scares,
They perch and perch but seldom peg.