Eagles soaring up in the sky
Looking down as pigeons fly by
In the tall trees the great nests sit
The fledglings chirp in the thick mist
Making their homes in glen and dale
Could not have known their betrayal
Beautiful bird killed for profit
Talons, feathers, only off it
Avian slaughter sends out chills
Through the forests, cities, and hills
Wholesale slaughter fueled by greed
Cold avarice rather than need
Natives betrayed, one of their own
Heinous crimes, discord was sown
Only lost souls could do such things
With selfish wants and pride of kings
Forty birds that once touched the sky
Gliding free, will no longer fly
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