Oh my dear kite runners
Run away from the evil clutches
If you cannot, try to be a kite
To soar high enough to smite
Were you a child,. My dear
At least not for them, I fear.
The devil with wings cut down
Still makes the righteous mourn
All colours of the rainbow left
The rueful sky with acidic spate
Violet, Indigo, blue, and green
Stabbing yellow and orange
To make the red bleed.
Soar up high, little vagabond
To the blue skies and beyond
See how your purplish robe
Rains daredrops across the globe.
And let those kite runners gather
To fly their hopes farther
Glistening lines held tight
As sharp as sword of the knight
Snap away the Devilish thoughts
Finish the fear with fine garrotes
Come out of foolish grottoes
Of superstitions serving woes
Make a new Earth and sky
Dreams unbound to wing their ways
A shiny string of knowledge
Grounding firm to benevolence
Gunshots can't make spirit die
Nor the roses with their thorns
For the frightened birds fly high
And so can the kites in storms.
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