The Goodbye Bird poem

( In memory of the victims of plane crashes in Africa)

I quarrel with you
proud avian
Only the strong should carry,
The weak on their back!!
Tell your master that!.

Tell your master
Trust is no flight of mere imagination
That will rise again from it's ashes..
When it dips and crashes
Phoenix never was made of flesh and bone.

Disentangled
Blood and tears have flowed into metal, mangled.
Don't you know you are the one promise,
That ought never be broken?

The very sky
has spat us out
in discontent!!
We fail to take care of pegasus...
Its stall owners
SHALL PAY THE PRICE

Tell your master that!
Must we wave goodbye
To every disappearing spot in the sky?...
Ask your master that.