stuck to the earth below
like ants, carrying those
death machines you call guns.
Where have your wings gone?
Why is it that you shout instead of sing?
How much hope could you have lost
to be able to kill one of your own kind
in the blink of an eye? I’d love
to land near and help you
overcome your pain
but the truth is
you have made
me afraid of
the ground.
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