PUNK POETRY: Helicopter Ride by Monica Bastola

This very moment I looked into the sky,
I heard a roar,
I saw helicopter blades spinning
I wondered about its story
Was its gallant movement sign of luxury?

People screamed "what a sweet gig!"
then I suddenly remembered
once upon a time, I was in that ride
it wasn't luxury, neither was at will
I was simply fighting for my life!


-Monica Bastola

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