By Sanniah Hassan
I see
life unfold before my eyes,
From
the vantage that gives me an edge.
People
come and go each day,
With the
promise of something new.
From
where I sit, ready to soar into the sky,
I see
the people move about – and yet
it all seems
futile.
I can
see through
the
façade they attempt to maintain.
Oh, poor,
miserable creatures
these
humans.
Are
they truly unaware of this transparency?
Or boastful of
artificiality?
From
where I perch on the rooftop,
All I can do is
Pity
the humans.
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