Sta.sh
I open my grey wings and begin to fly across the endless sky
Blending in to the storm and hiding my face
But allowing those below to see my sun, while I cleanse my wings from grey to white
Bursting with luminescence and warmth
Yet none can see me still
The iron canopy of the city below doesn't break
No light can break through the clunking and release of steam
For miles all that can be seen is smoke stacks
Each stack fatter, and the stack blacker
-While not paying attention I flew into one
Falling down to the ground I cough out the thick gas
It wasn't at all like smoke from any normal fire
No, instead it was tar floating into the sky
Corrupting the beautiful blue into a greedy black
While the smoke stacks stand out most prominently
Beneath lies the crying children
Their skin filthy, but eyes pure and full of life
Outstretched towards the unreachable canopy wishing to at least see the sky
Blind, hungry, alone, and lost
But above all.... hopeless
The wealthy sit inside tall buildings made of gold and crystal glass
They celebrate their wealth by spending it on imported wine, fine food, and jewelery
I can hear them speaking
Speaking of how the sky looks so beautiful today
I can't do more than look inside the window and laugh as they stare at me
All of their eyes locked on my wings and the sun logged in my chest
Each of their eyes filled with greed
Surprisingly the colour of greed is the same as their skin, pale
They all want what I have, and they will do whatever it takes to own the sun
But they can't touch the one who wishes to give hope
I blind them with a flurry of feathers
Only to vanish with nothing more than a puff of gas and a smile that dissipates to the grey skies behind
A dark omen, but a beacon to the hopeless
Perhaps I can colour the pale with paints made from the blue sky, the green fields, and finally red blood
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