Wing tip to wing tip our wings covering the ones we love,
shielding the vulnerable from the smoke and the ruins,
our shadows still riding the wind, as we refuse
to hide behind our white picket fences,
taking to the air we know better now.
It was never about protecting ourselves,
but the victory was always in the giving,
in the prospering
of all the people.
Expand, and take in.
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