WINGS

Blind to the beauty of this world

all that's visible – chains and lashes,

consumed into this harmful society,

stuck in the middle of the clashes

of the wealthy, the able,

people well-known

while they never even think

of leaving the lower alone.

Commands, not requests,

only empty chests

and minds full of greed

and want, when I bleed

the echo of their laughter

is consumed by the air

along with my fear.

When I run they come after

to torture, they ruin

the lives of people

not animals like themselves

they continuously compel

 their  victims to expel

hurt-filled tears and yells.

A life filled with dread, scare and fright.

We never experience the birth of the light,

to grow wings and call them "mine".

Off I go, the wind takes me where it wills

my destiny I make as I go towards the sun

no superior to me in my life full of fun

no one but me, with joy my heart fills.

Right before I burn in scorching heat

I witness an extravagant scenery

to complete my flight full of freedom

the end of all inferiority.

The writer is an 8th grade student of Cantonment English School and College.