The animals that fly are free.
The animals that walk are eaten.
I remember when we used to share the sky with hawks and vultures. It didn’t matter that our wings were not made of flesh. We wrapped ourselves inside our aluminum armors and flew high above them.
We were the fastest animal alive.
Now our metal wings are broken and we can’t leave the ground. We’re trapped looking up as hawks and vultures circle above us. They’re telling us to remember that the animals that walk end their lives inside the throats of free animals.