Done

life here suffocates me

especially after being light

I miss my elegant wings

peace and wild flight

clouds envelop me like ropes

meanness rules harshly

barbaric tribes devouring

children impotently

violence enjoyed

mesmerized

by sick twisted desire

casualized

watching starvation

en mass unashamed

I feel the filth

an oily cruelty untamed

feathers muddied

with callous corruption

 hand in hand with charities

darkness invades every single nation

I’m done here now

they destroy everything

Dad, please grace me

with another pair of wings

~

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.

We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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