Why? Renaissance. Poem by Jolomi Amuka

Stretch forth those wings,
And watch them sour like sails aroused by foreign winds-
Or clip them tight,
And watch them rot;
Becoming mere cheerless caged ethereal slaves-
Shedding till dead feathers turn grey in a penitentiary of timidity,
And time spent in cantankerousness.
Barking in the gullied cimmerian cave,
Whose remarks will you believe! Sin, disease and death?
Or will you rather get drunk with hope, overdose on faith;
Get aroused by hard-work, stop the pretentious search for inspiration
But, rather demand it;
And realize,
You are your greatest work.