Poet’s Corner – Can One Fly Too High?

Can one fly too high?
Ask me that when I discover
One cannot fall too far;
For in the chasm of justice,
I am not always fed.
My wings, clipped;
Elixirs sipped;
Women with honor
Too often gypped.
They have scorched the lands
And now they scorch
The sacred souls
Of choice:
Insisting justice is moral,
When it is not.
Insisting one’s word is the only truth,
When it is not.
Insisting that legs
Are made to hold us up.
But they can’t;
They won’t;
They don’t.
It is our heart;
Our soul;
Our dreams,
Which light our fight.
It is what is right.
And we shan’t dare,
Let it walk into the night.
We must stand.
Stand and rage
For the silenced in the cage.
We must stand.
Stand and shake our fist
At our God above;
And remind him of love
And bring back the dove…
So she may fly in a blue sky.
And never ask again, why.
Why are we not being heard?
Why does our Senate
Speak from their pulpit,
As if they are the Elders of Wisdom,
When all they do is hide?
I cannot abide
No, I cannot.

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