~ 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.
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Author:
G. S. Volk (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 16th, 2019 14:41
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 9
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