Penguin's Anthem Poem by Imani Dorsey

The angels of the arctic,
they can sing beautifully,
but oh how oh why but,
imagine if they could fly,
they would be like a hawk,
soaring gracefully,
pleasing everyone including me,
Now imagine here and imagine now,
a penguin flying by your house,
they could soar through the night,
the angels of the arctic,
both black and white,
for penguins are machines as they twist and writhe,
As sad as it is,
Right now no penguins shall fly,
It will probably be a long time after I die but,
Someday these artic angels will rise,
And soar and laugh as they take to the skies.
And soon after you’ll see the shock and surprise,
as they peer down from the clouds,
their heavenly white shrouds
And watch in awe as a pink flamingo,
through many struggles,
And countless tries,
He spreads his tired wings and,
Flies