Flying with the wounded blackbirds –
My head is in the whispering clouds
Where I am warily watching the wanton world

I am wandering away from the wavering crowd
And wishfully dreaming of a winsome country
Without wrathful, wearisome warlords

I am not alone, we remain wilfully loud
About humanity’s stories of wisdom, yet to be found
And we are worried
That the wounded Father of our planet
Will unwittingly drown us all

Editor: Erynn Crittenden