Regent Honeyeater

Were once found in mass
Now left with a blank canvas
I dream they return

Huge flocks of thousands
Of black and yellow angels
Flood the sky with life

Then came their monsters
With their rotating blades of death
Our thirst for blood grew

Why do we desire death
What’s the point of genocide
If we are dying too

I wish we all change
For Regent Honeyeaters
And for us as well