Vultures in the sky,
soon the dead will rise,
eary feeling in the air,
You know your clear, or are you,
Does he know you, or do you know him,
Or is that why the vultures cycle in the sky.
Because your humanity is dead,
hunting, and picking, because we destroyed the world that we care so much about,
we killed a living world that god created, should we suffer the same fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem