• Chandler Smith

Grounded

We always envy creatures with flight.


We tell ourselves, that if we could reach those altitudes,

we would be free,

unchained.

But perspective is everything, for the avian envy is all the same.


We can walk upon our great Earth, free from fear of being hunted.

But they're forced to watch us destroy it all, with Climate Deals that are fronted.

We discard the wings of the birds we consume,

watch the garbage truck sweeps by,

sending beautiful vapors of asphyxiation

up to our brothers in the sky.


So you tell me, is it really better to fly, when the ground you're leaving is already so broken, even with your help?

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