All of us with wings...
By Dennis Wyman on March 10, 2009 1:17 AM | Permalink | No Comments
True hunting is over.
No herds to follow.
Without game, men prey on each other.
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...
True leaders gone,
Of land and people.
We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
The family weakens by the lengths we travel...
All now with wings!
No herds to follow.
Without game, men prey on each other.
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...
True leaders gone,
Of land and people.
We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
The family weakens by the lengths we travel...
All now with wings!
