
How high must one actually fly,
Must they soar through the sky?
What if they sink very low,
Will that be the biggest blow?
If they find themselves grounded,
Will they find themselves hounded?
What happens if one’s stuck beneath,
Is that simply their lot bequeathed?
How many times must one fall,
For others to give a shit at all?
Why must we grow fucking wings?
When swinging from trees—our thing?
When will hypocrite hoarders share
Their hope and resources with care?
When will justice befall the earth?
When will lives matter beyond their birth?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu


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