The Metal Bird Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

There it goes; the metal bird
Defying gravity in a mechanized flight
Its piercing through air is a beautiful sight
Supersonic or not, the sound we heard

A smooth flight without waving of wings
The motion fast like a whirlwind
May be the reason is floating in the wind
Yet it is made of mostly metal things

Metal bird's foods are people
They are swallowed in hundreds, in its belly
In there, they live and watch telly
When they come out, it looks like it excretes people

Do you ask it what it drinks?
It will tell you it is aviation fuel
Easy combustion that gives no duel
Inside it, people will get variety of drinks

Fly above cities, countries and continents
Jump over rivers, seas and oceans
See your reflections running on those waters and oceans
And children waving joyfully on different lands of the continents

What goes up must come down
No place to perch in the air
Neither on trees, hills or mountains; but it is not fair
Use the tarmac; let gravity not pull you down

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2014