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