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.