THE SCARRED FLIGHT

The black scar, the ring
The disgraced falcon
With the burnt wing
Chained by your rules
Crawling in the dust
His talons have been nailed
You did what you must

That he might break free ,
You are scared still
and so you send the preachers
for the profane kill
They did what they could
But he is still unharmed
his vision is clear now
and I can see that you are alarmed

But is there nothing you can do??
You ask yourself
The chains are weakening
And you know that’s true

And today he breaks free
and rises from the dust
He has found new wings
That insatiable thirst
So now he flies high
And look down on you
Your rules have been broken
And you know that’s true….. ....