poem's and my odd writings

Wings

Wings

All people have wings

They are free when

We are children

As we grow older

People learn

How to chain up other's wings

As we are stuck we dream of something

Freedom

We never know what we did to deserve

Having,our wings chained

But we learn humans

Are cruel

They destroy

Freedom

Beauty

Happiness

And coulor

Our wings get chained and

We can no longer fly

But the bravest of us will look out into

The Star filled sky and hope,dream,maybe even

Make a plan to escape

And then

We get what we used to have back

Freedom