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They flapped their wings
Scattering droplets of rain
And some bit of stern resolve-
They hopped on one foot
On the wobbly branch
Before, finally taking flight-
Wings drawn wide
Head held high
Soaring the skies
There they fly…
They fly above
the dry earth
turgid, cracked and thirsty
as wayward showers
tickle the surface
leaving the core
parched
they fly along
the billowing smoke
from chimneys
smelling of onions, spices,
flesh of their kin
fragrant and crisp
aromas
tantalizing
the taste buds
starved of
green leaves,
for days too long
they fly beyond
the perishing green
of reserved land
for beasts and birds
but dotted with hamlets
of men who live
a beastly life
demonized
by their ilk
extorted, extracted
yet deemed
untouchables
they fly towards
blurring skyline
of uneven
columns of concrete
hosting
powers that be
who rule
and decree
etching lines,
building boundaries
they fly
away from geography
away from history
and beyond horizon
that we see
they fly
and fly
and fly
carrying their twigs
looking for
safe cocoon
to breed,
to build a nest
and rest
they fly
in search
of a tree.
