Let It Fly

Caged and weary

Was the dove,

Engaged with the teary

It’s eyes of love.

Sickly fat from immobility

Stuck in cages of nobility.

Was it ever going to be free?

Was it ever going to make colours agree?

Only it could bridge the gap of the classes,

Stop the stone throwing

at the house of glasses.

Through it we would grow,

We would get close enough to know

That in our veins the flow

Was one colour.

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