A BIRDS VIEW

AS I sit un top the roofs and thatched excuse of buildings top, clenching myself firmly ,tightly , less I stumble down to the chaos ,I stare at the race far below me, as they all move around with despair and haste all around the market place ,dirt and debris laying at every a cranny ,smells of freshness ,dust and rotting bodies filling my nostrils through my beaks ,I look at the super race ,for up above meadows too I glide ,playing Zeus ,and truly I do see all, and too many also their follies all around spreading across the ground.                                                                                                                                                                                       For they kill and maim foes and friends alike much without yet even a sheer nay ,and commit immense evil that I thank whatever be called my maker for being less of a man, and I rather be a scavenging ugly old bird I am, than a man with feet and brains and invent so much hurt to virgin earth and now teary skies ,for even nature herself remains without much a glee as to life and times of this super race ,but to man ,they dwell exceedingly higher than any of us lesser things ,but I do know better, seeing all men with a vultures eye.