WOUNDED EAGLES
Why are we flying
slowly like woodcock bird
In a glittering day
Why should we craw
Alone in this part
When our legs are as long as the Ostrich
Why are our wings
turned apart
In a place, we called home
Why are we left, in a mat of pains
Can we still be called eagles
In this heavy downpour
Sunday David Nwafor
About the Poet
Sunday David Nwafor is a Nigerian born fictional writer and poet. He is currently studying at Alex Ekwueme Federal University Ndufu Alike, Ebonyi State.
I really like the comparisons and metaphor, drawing your point from the birds.
ReplyDeleteThe rhetorical questions leave the mind pondering.
Your poem is concise with apt imageries too.
You may consider reviewing line 1 of stanza 2, "craw" or "crawl"?
You're creative.
@Dayò Ayílárá
Beautiful piece
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