LET THEM FLY

LET THEM FLY

For their wings blow vigorously
And fixed upon the tighten pivot
Like an aeroplane's fixed parts
To ease the flying to the destined.

They are lions streaking to preys
Preys of the empty meaty bodies
Though exceed in tremendous cry
Lions break laughter and swallows

Prey pays no retreat at loose race
Prey lives beneath deserted pace
Though sour sweats, right place
To spare the soul perishing face.

Let them fly to the far east
For the launched voyage to east
Will last to the far east via coast
Wind blows to let marine frost.

The shrinking faces shriek to shrill
For the fiery paths spark violently
Igniting to staunchly loose of light
Let them fly to east, east is destiny.