Broken Wings

There he is

Walking slowly

Looking around as if getting familiar with the place

As if he's memorizing every corner of the room

As if inspecting

There he is

Walking

Walking while looking at us

Walking while observing us

Walking while his eyes dart all over the room and all over our faces

There he is

Observing

Observing like his life depends on it

Observing like a lamb to be slaughtered

There he is

Like a lamb to be slaughtered

Like a prey thrown into the predators territory

Like a sheep waiting to be eaten

There he is

Just before he enter the room

One thought

All of us only have one thought in our minds

One thought that we all could agree on

He doesn't belong here