G. S. Volk

Icarus Falls

~ For the Innocents ~

Icarus falls,
Plummets,
Dreams come crashing down,
Bury him where he won\'t be found,
And all his love crumbles into dust.

Icarus bleeds,
Blanketed in feathers and gold,
Meantime; Lady Liberties corrupted, bought, and sold,
No place for innocence,
Those searching for a home,
Can\'t be a child,
You\'ve got to grow.

Now some will lie in body bags and be forever called unknown.