Hour 10


It is said of those soaring high
They’ve been cursed up to the sky
‘What curse?’ I wondered
‘How so?’ I pondered
Freedom is too erroneous a desire
That poet, his prophet is a liar
They said the answer was one
And questions none
It is justified, the way of life here below
However, my understanding was rather slow
‘How long below?’ I wondered
‘Why below?’ I pondered
Satisfaction was what my mind knew not
Their suspicions grew at my mind wrought
They instilled fear as I stared above
And those up high looked down with love
‘Looked down!’ the dignified cried
‘They are cursed, not to be envied’ they lied

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