Broken wing on the mend.
Grounded in this land.
Staring at an empty sky,
looking for a place to stand.
This doesn’t seem like the same place.
These don’t seem like the same kind.
they’re all wearing the same face
and speaking with the same mind.
They all used to yearn
for the sky,
and tell each other stories
of our kind.
Now, here I am,
standing plain as day
and they all look afraid.
Who taught them fear,
and struck them dumb?
Who clipped their wings
and cut the tongues?
Who took their minds
and bound their souls?
Who put them under their control?
Such a fiercely curious
and untameable species,
now cowed by some treatise,
some threat, some fist,
some lie.
How can I help them remember the sky?
Broken wing healed again.
Stranger in a stranger land.
Soon to take to wind and flight,
the people fight for a place to stand.
Descending into chaos, now.
No hope of getting out.
They have made a charnel house
out of this paradise.
Thick smoke will fill the sky,
blocking out the light
and in the darkness of their minds
they will commit atrocities
in the name
of whatever god
has given them
something to fear.
I’ve watched this happen before.
war,
and apocalypse
tips the scales
and blood drips
upon the floor.
Open wings and fly.
one look,
one last good-bye.
Up into the blue
that used to be
a place of hope.
How,
I’m up here all alone.
HG – 2022
Nice piece Hokus. I enjoyed the read. There is a lot of fear in the world right now. Hugs to you and your family and good health. 🤗Joni
Nice use of imagery.