(IPOGS, Freestyle) Wings in a Suitcase

I was born with the ecstacy of wings
and yet, I now carry them with me - truncated, torn away.....hidden.
I have come from a strange, kaleidoscopic land.
There - strident lorikeet colours are not anathema.
Dragons danced fearless dragonfly-flight at dawn
celebrated fire and roared.
Not so here.
I must hide my dragonish wings
not offend those who would cruelly confiscate
immolate and diminish me.