Works

Fold
© January 6, 2008, Roy Stucky

If you choose not to fly
Then please fold up your wings.
Your form's much too wide
If you won't soar with the kings.

If you're going back home
Take that crown from your head.
Those who search for the throne
Shouldn't find you instead.

The wayward seek rest
So get out of their way
Since giving your best
Is more than you'll pay.

If you choose not to fly
Then please fold up your wings.
The space occupied
Is for valuable things.

Those with wounds seek a shield
From further attack.
So retire from the field
If you can't watch their back.

Mothers are hurting,
Fathers are crying.
Poison's perverting
The cries of the dying.
The artists campaign
But of course they are lying.
The people are slain
By the image they're buying.

If you've not come to help
Then why are you here?
Take the shame that you felt
On back to the rear.

If you choose not to fly
Then please fold up your wings.
The space occupied
Is for valuable things.

The wealth you deserve
Just adds to the load.
If you're not here to serve
Please get out of the road.

If you choose to retreat
Go away by yourself.
Don't compound your defeat
By leading off someone else.

If you choose not to fly
Then please fold up your wings.
Your form's much too wide
If you won't soar with the kings.