Peacocks and Vultures are ruling the skies,
Counting their coin as they tighten the vise,
And though their number may be very small,
They hold the reins that endanger us all.
Blackbirds and starlings support them in flocks,
Hastening to labor and punching their clocks,
Swallowing poisons and living the lie,
Hoping to someday be Kings of the Sky.
Sparrows are falling in numbers untold,
Falling for wickedness, falling for gold,
Weren't we once promised that someone would see
Sparrows that die to be free?
Cardinals vie for the power that's left,
Spreading their fables to soothe the bereft,
Moving the faithful in hopes that they'll gain,
More than their fair share of power and grain.
Who counts the sparrows that darken the sky?
Seeking the answers and wondering why
Fledglings are hungry when all were once fed..
Tired of the strife, and collecting their dead.
Sparrows are falling and as each is lost,
No one is watching, or counting the cost.
Weren't we once promised that someone would see
Sparrows that die to be free?
Mockingbirds chatter to cover the sound
Each little body makes hitting the ground,
Chirping out stories to make all believe
A world without sparrows is no cause to grieve.
Who are the sparrows and what is their worth?
What will be lost if they're wiped off the earth?
Are we so deaf that we no longer hear
Sweet songs of truth rising up through our fear?
We are the sparrows who flutter and fall,
Each little death is a part of us all..
Weren't we once promised that someone would see
Sparrows who die to be free?
Are we so blinded we no longer see
Sparrows? Like you and like me...