The Race for Wings

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The

Race

for

Wings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is a race

It’s plain to see

Robotic armies failing to flee

From their everyday lives

With brains like a bee

Buzzing and floating

Hoping for something sweet

 

Nectar from a raindrop

Dust from the sun

Trying to be the best

Until the day they’ve won

 

Trickling through the haze

Of buildings they have made

Filled with rats, in a maze

Their vision is blurry

Burned by the sting

Of every-day automatons

Trying to gain their wings