Poem anthology

I'd rather be...

let them be rats

always crowded,searching,fighting,hated,

but harnessed to the land of earth.

i'd rather be a wild, lonely eagle

flying over cliffs, like clouds in the sky

hovering high, above pointed rocks

to break free from humanity,

to live, to feel exposed to the warm sun

of the eternal, blue sky.

to sing the song of an ancient time,

of souls that passed, my sweet life,

beyond the valleys of love or into the sea of the bizarre

i'd rather be seen from afar, and if

then admired by everyone from up close,

then to be a foul-smelling rat,

living in the slums of the dirty city,

where they're hunted,disliked, and spat upun

by greedy human minds.

i'd rather smell of sea salt, green pines

than of garbage, rotten food.

if i could fly alone, free and strong,

i'd rather be a lonely, wild eagle.