If man could fly, the earth would be uninhabitable.
People would be stupid enough
to attempt to kiss the sun
or get to Heaven,
and the birds would have been bullied a lot
if the first man was created with wings.
Oh, the chaos!
Slavery would have happened still.
People’s wings would have been cut off.
Someone would have sprayed something in the air
and rendered people’s wings useless
so they could be captured,
especially in an attempt to curb
people’s migration to certain territories. The air would have been poisoned more
as a means of maintaining territory.
“Fly back to where you came from!” “Get out of my way!”
Maybe God didn’t give us physical wings
because we are each other’s wings.
We just haven’t mastered the art and act
of helping one another
and flying together yet,
if we ever will.
Greedy, money-hungry, power-seeking people
don’t deserve wings,
Life would have been unbearable
if we could do more evil
with the aid of wings.
If you truly love a butterfly, you ought to let her fly. She’ll show you her buttery side if you do. If you open your palm wide enough, she’ll always perch in it if she wants you. Don’t break her wings off because your fears make you want to. If you squeeze her in, you would either weaken her or make her cry, or make her die, and at any chance she gets to be free, she’ll fly far away and never come back again.