Broken wings

The state of the world; where do we go from here?

I imagined I could fly above the earth
watching the planet revolve below me.
I saw men fighting men
grasping, clamoring, coveting more.

I saw innocent children loving each other,
but they didn't understand
the burdens awaiting in their future.

I soared over a jungle of superstructures.
The wealthy looking down from their penthouse palaces
never hearing the forgotten sighs
of the homeless
huddled in their shadows.

I saw a woman crying
as she emptied her tattered wallet
to pay for medications
she knew would never
buy more time
for her tired, battered body.

I hovered over deep green forests
A turquoise river flowed freely
until it reached the massive dam
its freedom caught in a swirling eddy.

Those with power clamor for more
while the fragile fly no longer
falling into the murky, silent depths
unnoticed, unheard.

Wings broken.
Hope gone.

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