A Call from the Sky

Do you know?

Whose feet pulls your life?

Look at them, in their dreams,’stabbed’ is the knife.

Do you know them?

“Huhuhu...I don’t think so!”, said the sky.

I ran blanked and was about to cry.

Then a realisation waved in my brain.

I thought about them, 

Oh, the loads in their membrane

In their young shoulders,

Oh, the weight of the airplane.

Oh, the fatigued hands,

ensuring our plans.

And their pains, I can’t say, better you understand.

With full of sorrows, the sky questioned me again!

Don’t these faded smiles bother you?

Don’t these rootless dreams shiver you?

Where is your condolence?

You, a literate, filled with ignorance.

Look at them and answer me

Don’t you think,

These footsteps need a direction?

These smiles need conviction?

These hopes need affection?

The sky commanded again,

Come on. Wake up and awaken them.

You, a human? Oh! Then prove them.

Add a music of hope to their lives 

And save humanity before it dies.