Angels and Aristocrats

An Icarus-esque poem. Those of us with so much to offer and to learn, often succumb to the tight clench of greed, which ultimately leads to our demise.

Bewildering silence speaks softly.  Alluring with promises of quick profit,  With nothing to gain.  With nothing to lose a confused boy  Turns his life to the sky.  A questionable outcome.  A life once lived by artisans  Hastens to a disfigured smile.  All the while he spreads his wings.  All the while an angel whispers  "There are some things you should know."  And with a sudden lack of control,  The boy let go.  Now watch him as he falls to the ground  And the irony soaks the soil and turns a deep red.  Once again the silence is fed by greed.

Author's Note

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