Wings of Defiance

In the depths of turmoil, a figure stands tall, With wings outstretched, a symbol of resistance for all. The guns that form the wings, a paradox of might, A call to rise above the chaos, into the light. The roots that bind, a connection to the earth below, A reminder of the strength that comes from knowing where we grow. The light that shines between, a beacon in the dark, Guiding us forward, through the trials and the spark. This is a vision of hope, a call to arms, A reminder that even in turmoil, we can find our form. To stand against the tide, to rise above the pain, And find the strength within, to heal and to remain. For in the wings of defiance, we find our inner voice, A call to stand tall, to rejoice, to make some noise. To rise above the noise, to find our inner peace, And in the stillness, our true selves release.