My friend

Everyone say Hallo to the pigeon I neighbour It harbors the space I can't harbor It lives on an air conditioner A branch not his friend it hasn't been shooed away kind humans on it's end I say hello so happy I cry I feel burdened by other people outside Maybe they think I'm a fool They'll see, that a sad life is for nobody are people less human than other? blame the politicians shame the people built of thoughts that ruin, because people well know that they matter not, yet they think, knowing, they tow the baggage on you you're mad you're weird that is not true they feel sad when they see you in "problems"? then make up problems with you it's never taken time, to do It only takes to understand and to help, in a world where not many are ready to accept a stranger's hand -idk if this makes sense