We bow to icons,
All of us,
They control us without our knowledge,
Symbols and portraits and likenesses,
Permeating influence over our cortices,

They’re shapeshifters you know,
They change to suit our ideals,
Or our vices,
Not necessarily malignant,
But still all-consuming,

To one man it could be a godful symbol,
Words from an invisible man,
Commanding words from the past,

The lady over there sees a dollar sign,
The path to prosperity,
The religion of finances and using,

This boy idolises his favourite star,
Tentatively forming a blueprint he wishes to follow,
An icon dictating his lifes path,

Another man looks up to the statue of his leader,
His eyes well with respect,
Even while his taxes rise,

These things are everywhere,
Inanimate perhaps,
But nevertheless powerful,
Billboards and cenotaphs and celebrities,
Icons hold an influence over us,
That rivals even deities.

Comments
  1. Fabulous! and true wisdom. I love it. My favorite – is the second verse, “…shapeshifters…all consuming” – powerful message/metaphor/imagery. An enjoyable read!. Thank you

  2. grumpygorman says:

    Your voice is gaining force, and echoing much truth…very well written.. re-posted: https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/17/icons-oldschool-halrequin-world-of-harley/

    Thanks for sharing.

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