A home in flames
By Zahia T
I feel the wind acting as fire on my wings.
My wings flatter and fly as I see those who lost their homes cry.
The fire rages, the fire burns.
I see my family gather around.
I see my mother tweet, I see my brother wave his wings around.
They are distressed, looking at their homes burning around them.
As I hear voices come and go.
My soul is losing hope.
The home I once had is now flames and coal.
And no one has even bothered to help.
Cries and screams, it hurts my heart.
Why don’t they give love to those who need it the most?
My colours fade, my colours are gone.
The place I once called home, is now broken, is now cold.
But alas, I will fight, and I will hope
That these cruel days will be gone.
When I finally see humans checking it out, I have faith.
But they just look at me and walk away.
They haven’t fixed it, they haven’t tried, but one day, once again will I be able to fly without fear.