if I have wings

I wont be here
I will be with the wounded
with the orphans
or somewhere
where I am needed

if I have wings
I will fly up to the sky
shout with a loud voice
make sure everyone can hear me
tell them all about the injustice
and the sadness
that cover your eyes

the pen can not clean a sin
these leaders we have
passed the limit
they think of us as numbers
as thing
an empty tin
what am I going to do with this pen?

if I have wings
I wont need you any more words
as I said
I will fly to see them
my people
under the sun
under the rain
in front of the tanks
under the snow

I wont be here in the cold
I will be like a black bird.