Birds feel for the wind
Bent willingly towards thermal skies
Ascending nearer an objective view
Of a planet wreaked in mayhem,
Spying a species killing and cruel,
Fighting for their color,
Fighting for their food,
Fighting over Gods
Created by their fears.
Soaring high above the desert
Birds know not to care, they find
Upwind freedom from the chaos
Crosswind freedom from the grind
Downwind freedom from the worries
Absorbed in peoples’ minds.
Birds say give me flight
Man says give me more,
Lift is grace upon their feathers
Wailing ailing tearstained faces,
Diving desert brown escarpments
Daily dying beneath bombardments,
Is a life for each to choose.
Birds feel for the wind.
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