We were flying
Soaring high above the clouds
Above all of the people.
Looking down
Through the black night
I saw the cityscape
Bright
Orange and yellow
A man made monster
Created by selfish people
That only wanted more
More money
More power
More more more
It was hideous
So much so that I felt despair in my
Heart
For this was my world to
I know that people want to do things
To make our lives easier
Better
But is this better?
Is only thinking about what
you can get out of something better?
I don't think so
So when we landed
And my mother commented on how beautiful
Flying at night is
I agreed
But deep down
I would rather fly during the day
When the blinding sun
Would disguise this man made world
Before my eyes.
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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts
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