My Wings Will Mend Your Sorrows

My wings allow such power as flight,
They allow me to solve your plight,
I watch the world with its needs,
I watch the bundles with their pleads,
None of you care truly for another,
Your cruelty renders me with shudders,
My tears fall upon dry; thirsty planes,
Leaving seas; rivers of stains,
I can work your sorrows into solutions,
With a single breath I can rid your pollutions,
But why should I assist,
To bring your problems to desist?
When you cannot even break a smile,
Unless it's something worth your while,
You expect to solve the sorrows,
With pride that others have swallowed,
But you can't even help the poorer,
I would happily end your trauma,
If you'd at least try,
To help those that pass by,
I am an airborne being granted with flight,
I am an airborne being, a solution to your plight.