Believe in each feather!

They try to pit us against each other
in a war we do not want to fight in:
“Who is prettier; Who writes better?”,
as if the possibility of our unity
is the abode of each nightmare
they make love to with impunity.
They aim to make us stand forlorn
on opposite sides of many a court:
“Whose are the best marks; Whose letter
is more beautiful; Who does fare
beyond compare in the incessant race?”,
as if the idea of our camaraderie
is the graveyard of each dream
they hold on to with utmost care.
They seek to cripple our ability
to choose positive over comparative:
“Who earns the most; Whose post
is higher; Who gets married the earliest;
Whose children are the cutest?”,
as if the existence of our freedom
is the noose whose innocent seam
they kneel to with utter vulnerability.
We cannot let them succeed in this scheme
for what drives us is every scream
of the women who walked before us,
the roots which submit to no kingdom,
the wings whose odyssey can scare
the worst of connivers into hiding.
“We are equal, not better than another;
We attain our best when we walk together!”,
as if the strength of each soul is the water
that waters an entire garden filled with corpses
and the living alike, lending them hope
to keep flying through every weather,
sending them courage to believe in each feather!