A wild bird
Soaring in the sky
Happy and care free
The sun above
And the wind beneath me
Flying through sights
as beautiful as can be
But the people wanted a war
They wanted a victory
They shot me down
And burned my feathers
Broken wings lied upon the ground
I lay still but groaning in sound
Once bright and full of life
Now withered and tethered
They left me there wounded and weak
They perished in their unworthy defeat
But not yet did the people know
The fight I had in mind and soul
I rose from the ashes
I am a Phoenix
Again I will be whole