A letter to those wings!

And to the people,who live by the lane.
I write this letter, though completely in vain.

For as I see your lives end
And stare at this misery lane 
Too crowded and thick
For you to flutter your wings

And as I write to those
Dark, dull wings 
I see your hands are too busy in
Relentless labour and fruitless sin;
To cut down those wings and make some space
For your feet to carry you to your grave 
A grave buried so deep within,

That no Phoenix can rise from there again.


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