33...Cows don't fly!

How is it that I have landed here
in a place where I cannot fly?
Where my feathers are shedding rapidly
and what little bit left I have
is being stepped on and mangled,
plucked away one by one.
Worse yet…clip my wings all together
so I can become one of them.
In a sorrowful existence of denial,
meaningless slogans, colorless banners,
noisy chants that pollute the air.
Fake smiles on the lips of those
that promise to lie all the time,
every time, until the end of time.
Led as cattle to the slaughter,
except for the bull of course.
Since when do cows fly? I ask.
How am I suppose to take flight
amongst all this conceit and selfishness,
pure unadulterated arrogance?
Propped up, humorless, empty souls
hiding behind a pale facade of vanity.
Spreading discontent, defective vocabulary,
distorted perceptions and illogical pride.
That only serve to divide not unite.
What happened to the soul?
The spirit of the night song
traveling in the breeze as musical notes?
The chimes of the heart, percussions and beats
with humbled gladness filled the soul.
The simple working man
With free spirits, the earth in his hands,
the sun and sea in his eyes and soul.
Where are they? Somebody tell me please!
Where are those who have wings?
Why is paradise so near yet so far?
The stars so close but I cannot touch them.
Why do I miss the sound of the ocean,
when its mist is so near to me?
All that remains is cattle.
I reiterate, “Cows do not fly!”
I have to get the hell out of here! “pa que lo sepa!”
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DionWorx
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Authors comments:
One man's opinion, perspective on his experiences and observations, a poetic look at things.