The Mighty Have Fallen

Such a tall parapet to bestood upon;

All the world gazing up,anxious to see

If your wings will carry youover the rainbow

That rides, like a crescent,your haloed head.

 

Humanity worships its covetedheroes,

Lifted on shoulders of sinewybrawn and

Placed on a pedestal, put ondisplay;

Rose petaled path on a carpetof red.

 

You never asked to be partand parcel

To overwrought passioncarelessly aimed

In random direction, seekinga savior

To fill the void of the grosslymundane.

 

Yet favor has fallen in yourdirection

Placing a laurel-leaf crownon your head

That doesn't quite fit andstrangely has thorns

That start early on toharbinger pain.

 

And those who placed youthere gather below

Holding their breath to seehow you will fly.

Waiting to see how the mightyhave fallen,

Giving no pardon...

No alibi.