Flying Pies - Poem by Mason Maestro

Flying Pies and exploring eyes
I look out the window as the darkness dies
So we return to days
to continue our ways
only to reap whatever that pays
Satisfying the least your pocket craves
On the wings of a vulture
by raping our culture
with a heartful of greed that obeys

Guilty of the wretched cries
Ignoring all those we offend
and not to consider a mend
They bring blinding ties
the mind sighs as daylight dies
bringing closing eyes and flying pies