Ever wondered if pigs ever wanted to fly?
Even if gravity one day got angry with them,
And singled them out from her universal love,
Do you think they’d be willing to leave the warm ground?
So why do people keep saying, “If pigs could fly”?
Just because, somewhere, someday, some guy
had nothing better to do than dream of flying pigs?
Why should they have to suffer the ridicule of generations after generations?
Why do they get displayed in fairs with fake wings glued to their backs?
Why do people carve wings on them when they make stone pig sculptures?
Why do artist paint pigs with wings?
Are they not pretty enough without wings?
The pride and self-esteem of an entire species has been trampled to the ground.
And why?
Just because, somewhere, someday, some guy
had nothing better to do than dream of flying pigs?
So, the poor pigs had to wait.
And what a long wait it has been!
Being the subject of cruel, inhuman jokes.
Mocked, scorned, teased, mentally and emotional tortured.
Until after many a heart rending years of constant humiliation,
At another place, on another day, another guy
had nothing better to do than write a “poem” to defend their honor.
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