Icarus Falls

G. S. Volk

~ 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.

  • Author: G. S. Volk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2019 14:41
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 10


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