Matching Wings l

Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself,
that cannot see the others?
Who are the others,
who cannot see their brethren, sinking?

Why does everything come with its matching wing?

Is it out of spite that the father,
kicks the little finch from the nest?
Why tyranny and suffering turn to symphony?
Are all these coercions out of love?

Why God tortures mothers giving birth?
Why only in death
we truly learn to live?

Why does everything come with its matching wing?