Neil Milliner (Australia)
A Take on A Take-off
The mighty silver bird stands majestically, staring down its nose at the hordes of strangers, its wings full of the nervous energy of flight.
It glares sullenly and balefully at those committed inmates who are soon to join it in its dash to destiny.
Its belly quickly swells with excess baggage, fed by scurrying attendants who are forever fearfully watching out for any signs of movement.
The prisoners are put in lock-down by the staff in uniform, peering helplessly through their prisons portholes; they have one final look at freedom, family and friends.
The watch-men in the watchtower now send their warning shots;
The trembling beast snarls and growls resentfully and rumbles off to a safe place where it can run-away.
With one almighty deafening, defiant roar it hurls itself into oblivion. It has no other choice; it is either death or destination.
Which will it be? Only time will tell.
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