ICARUS

 

And every time we say we will get over it

And then realize that we have just surpassed another hump

In this dark and  forlorn desert

Were we were thrown to graze like animals

Competing for the smallest shrub of a mirage

That every stroke and every blow we get

Is a reminder of how hopeless is our situation,

As it has always been.

We will never live to see our accounts settled

But if at all will learn

Of more permutations of how of the chaos has evolved

Until we find ourselves nowhere.

We know that with every blow we get

we are the losers

But with a smile on our face we still defy the gods

Because we want to fly and will refuse to be bogged down

In the quagmire of a programme.

 

Alfred Grech

23/04/2021