An egg did hatch,
a frightened chick,
blinded by the sky,
it’s squark, absurd,
nonsensical word,
but needed how to fly,
fledgling flapped,
with frenzied craze,
trying to fit in,
as contest flared,
no one cared,
love, were not his days,
but, when wings spread,
with proud span,
he knocked them off the perch,
to tell the truth,
progress is uncouth,
an emblem on some merch.