Their wings

And their wings,
What will they be for?
Their hopes
With a sense of foreboding looking around
Every second is screaming
What the heart tries when pumping so much blood, to keep this life alive
Got stenographers from the mud
Spectators with no seats
Being everywhere
Play after play
We are all in disgrace
The metaphors of this are all about us
They exposed us
Visibly
Shame
Again.