The birds are circling overhead;
they see what I cannot.
Their God’s-eye view grants them leave
to see what men have wrought.

Although we seem to grow and change,
and “civilization” spreads like disease,
the eyes of starving children proclaim
that self-interest’s  the god we appease.

We rage against any injustice
by loudly shaking our fists.
Alas, when it’s action that’s needed
most disappear in the mists.

And so the birds keep circling,
watching where people cannot.
Their God’s-eye view grants them leave
to see what men have wrought.