Once upon a time,
Flying high was beautiful
With destinations known,
And safety a joy of every soul.

To our dismay, it is all gone now.
Life is null today.
We don’t know where to go.
We are winged souls with no destination,

Eagles with no residence at all.
Poles? We thought as much…
But they are threats to our survival.
We have been sentenced,

Sentenced to death for our innocence.
We have nothing, nothing at all,
But hope against hope,
An attitude we have against extinction.

We hope not to cry when others say:
“It is survival of the fittest.”
I and my mates have lost our homes,
We are still holding on to “the homeless survive”.

Electrocution wipes us out daily, like the winds
Sweeping away the sand.
We are flycatchers with no destination.
We have nothing, nothing at all,
But hope against hope.