It isn’t about soaring in whichever arena you like,
Unheeding the conscience’s call

It is about not clipping another’s hardworking, sincere wings
Because you are armed with heightened power.

It isn’t about masquerading as
Sycophants to brutal pedestals,
Fleeing from being a participant to a noble cause.

It’s about taking the onward march, willed by Heaven, away from the human-restricted cage.
With grit, empathy, and righteousness.

It’s about being enveloped with the grace of free air, which nurtures souls away from searing,
suffocating, din.