Windy Bay
For the past three days,a torrid summer
scorched the windy bay
with an intense heat that
discolored the lustrous,wild grass;
even my light skin is turning dark,
resembling a blood-hungry gladiator
who fights for one reason only:
to earn freedom or die
in the arena where
people recite no prayer...
A feeble father and a robust son
pull out of the flowing and glimmering water
the fishing canes wriggling in hazy air;
this narrow beach adjacent to a lovely town,
is the safest haven for birds fearing captivity
and some traveled quite a distance
to find it without resistence or compromise;
my birds aren't found in a confined cage,
because they have never been subjected to rage...
they fly between sky and sea!
Ruddy,bare-chested men
standing on a roaring yacht,
as the parching heat
from the middle-sky's sun,
makes sweat flow from their skin's pores;
they ignore the inabriated teens
dancing to a heavy-metal beat
while they throw pices of meat
to a barking canine
that has seen nothing
but skeletons of shell-fish,
realizing his desperate wish!
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