Broken Wings
Aerial beasts from the devil’s domain,
hidden warriors of the polluted skies,
equipped with deadly weapons
of mass destruction,
with wiry wings to battle the thunder,
their hollow claws filled with venom,
spitting out lava from their mouths,
volcanic breath heating up the air,
blazing a path with deadly intentions
to the shores of humanity,
home of the naive, the innocent,
the God fearing, the vulnerable,
the righteous, the comfortable,
living on soft velvet cushions
with its guard down,
victim of the forthcoming slaughter.
Like a fighter before the count of ten
he rises upon his wobbly legs,
raises his fists with his spirit on fire,
his desperate arms flailing in the air,
beating against the wings of death,
holding onto the last thread of life before his final exhalation.
If one limb is cut off, he fights
with the other until all were severed.
As the wings of the beast
begin their weakening,
the power of the people
begins it’s strengthening until
the beast breathes its final breath and the easy life is
restored again.
Hail to the vaccine that
broke the wings of the
deadly aerial beast!
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