Out in Jamaica Bay
air traffic of no traffic light
has claimed many a feathered child
I heard on the news today
their bodies lay still on the ground
because mankind desires to fly
Before the air had crossroads and lines
they could soar lightly and freely
over the expanse of oceans
from all corners of the globe
Now they move fearfully
and cautiously
on their migratory road
lest they get in the way
and death marries their fate
Now some never make it home
those still left see their kins\' souls
nest eggs and orphaned infants
from above, taken from the skies
They made way for bird machines
with engines for bosoms
whence man\'s concrete
shall not break stride
They lay still on the ground
At their arrival nature used to sing
now the universe frowns
I heard on the news today,
their bodies lay still on the ground
So wanting to fly
unkind mankind\'s envy
shot them down