Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Stolen Wings

City of angels
where people speak
but make no sound,
conscience chides them
slaps them hard -
they laugh
and pour another.
Voices cry,
in numbers growing,
deaf ears
preoccupied with owning the stars
ignore the light within.
No remorse...
No regrets...
not even a handout...
they take flight
on stolen wings.

Paul Kimball

1 comment:

Greg said...

Not everyone here works in entertainment (but a lot are influenced by it.)