Buzzard:An Endangered Pretty Bird

Aching Feathered friend Perched on top of the tree branch can see the beginning of his end The hunter of all things animal tried desperately to cut short his flight Man, more or less is extinguishing their species The air that was his breath of flight feels the treason of Society's might COLD HEART EVILution I AM DYING,YET..THE GOOD MOTHER KEEPS MY WINGS FLYING Are the Predators insane for insisting that our species is game Then our space is no longer graced Shot down to the ground by the Laughing Human Race We can tell that the World is Hell If one of us keeps falling the decreasing numbers would continue to tell I'M FOR SURVIVING IF WE ARE TO BE PUT DOWN THOSE RIFLES FOR THE PROSPERITY OF HUMANITY AS WELL AS FOR THEE