The world is flying with dark wings today.
There is a harsh cloud covering us all
that is staining how we fly.
Journeys are being mislead in life.
Angers are colouring pure wings
to the colours of rage.
Peace and love are being
murdered and raped by ignorance.
We are not trying to see or feel
what is proper in flight.
Storms are being man-made
by all blind angels.
The grime needs to be washed away,
soiled presence to be cleansed
so we will feel the fresh winds.
You cannot take in openly
with dirty, dark wings.
April 12, 2019
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2019