Soaring over nations it never ceases to disappoint me how humanity, even with its advancements of civilisation, dwellings, languages and ways of living, are never satisfied.

Even with all the bounties bestowed upon them by nature and science, all the creatures great and small, all the organic forms of life, and lifeless elements of the Earth enable their innovations and still, they’re unable to sustain what they call humanity, “human rights”, peace in the old world.

My kind is held up as a false symbol of peace for human kind, they seem to spend more time in creating false idols and storytelling, rather than live in the moment with the values they claim to uphold. It probably has something to do with their minds, a creation with free will, a mind with few limitations.

They forget their humble beginnings…but then again their beginnings were never too humble, they brought death without cause, without reason, unlinked to their survival.

Gliding across borders they claim differentiate some from others, they hold more false symbols to represent their lands, colours and shapes they say hold deep meaning to their people. All people are the same, they eat, sleep, bleed the same, I have seen it, in all conflicts of this last year, half of my life I witnessed death, destruction, desecration and desolation.

At times I feel they deserve no mercy from that which they bring upon themselves, as they know exactly what they do, I’ve seen them express remorse and announce their regret, but where conflict is man made, which is all conflict it is hypocritical to claim anything other than satisfaction for the death of others.

The hypocrites will mourn one life over another, and feel pride in their conquest of a people, when if the same were done to them they shriek and wail with their victimhood, wondering why they have been forsaken.

You people are all the same. I’d rather a hawk clip my wings and consume me to sustain its offspring than to be an aesthetically pleasing symbol for the viewing pleasure of your egos, for even a daylight longer.

Farewell humans, your curse is yours to bear, mine is to be labelled that which I am not and to escape my fate by free fall diving to my demise, ironically into the clawed clutches of my predatory peer.