The swans are  the  aristocrats of war

The swans have killed the goslings as before
Their little river  scene of love and war
The swans have threatened me as I walk by
Leaning on my stick,I see the sky

Territorial    rights   and greater force
The swans are  the  aristocrats of war
The geese must find a place where they
Will be  lords and masters for a day

The  ducks have left the island in the town
As swans desire their home to settle down
There is no fairness except that of a the brute
For moorhen, brilliant duck  and little coot

Are we too like the swans and savage beasts
As Bedouins  are  moved on and  have no nest