I am a pigeon waiting for the fat
to finish their meal so they can
throw their crumbs to the floor
for me to eat.
Before the feed even touches the ground,
other pigeons come from nowhere
their beaks numb to the flavours
of contentment.
No time for friendship,
the grasping of bread from
each others beaks.
Who cares, lies, cheats, steal, kill?
Every pigeon for himself.
Just because you can fly
it does not mean you are free.