After a life on land,
and nobody to be;
You start to wonder,
what would it be like
to be a child of sea?
In a boundless aquatic world,
Fields of sand instead of concrete,
Vast and filled with life.
Seaweed, Coral, and fish all rife.
Big eats small,
a natural order
never discrete.
But a net enters the water,
Disrupts the order.
Hundreds of your brothers, leave,
Instead of one.
You follow them to the surface
Where they all die
and then you wonder,
what would it be like
to be a child of sky?
With wings instead of fins
Feathers instead of scales
Always free and never resricted.
Watching the world below you with a grin.
They are trapped by words and judgement.,
so no one can win.
But as you fly in incessant blue heaven,
a hunters bullet glides through you.
and during your Fall from Grace
to the hateful place
you can't ever get away from,
You understand your murder at hand,
and leave your last thought bland,
and wonder,
Why must i be a child of land?
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphisis
PoetryA poem about life, death, and a reflection on the world we live in.