Icarus

As the landscape outside the window drew closer

The businessman considered a few things

Bribes he had accepted

People he had framed

Corruption he had caused

Cover-ups he had ordered

All bad things really

But so tempting at the time

So bold

Liberating

Freeing

None of that mattered now

The plane couldn’t be bribed not to fall

Death couldn’t be bought off like a cheap whore

No amount of money could save him now 

He gave a small laugh

And for a moment felt 

The hot wax

Burning his skin

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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