angels over mazes

on a whole humans are deceiving manipulative creatures;
out only to better themselves;
discarding what they no longer need with each goal met;
husks of possessions and people,
hearts and minds,
forming corridors
in asshole's and bitch’s
wake

some look to the stars,
and find those who fly above
those who fly above  the scurrying pack;
above the rodents who makes their lives a maze of corridors
through a dump of discarded waste;
though here,
such angels can become hated idols;
as envy of their wings takes hold;
also,
such creatures tend to be to light-footed.
and fly too high to notice those below crying for help,
friend or stranger alike.
the joy of flight taking hold and drowning out everything else,
such people don't mean to leave you when you need them most;
they just simply go where the wind blows them,

therefore the true friend,
can be found by looking down
to the one who gives back to those who have helped ;
as one mans trash is another mans treasure;
one man's respect and friendship,
while a little thing,
is worth a junkyard of discarded heaps;
reveling the green meadow under the dump.

but even this is not pure; for under such meadows;
grasping,
viscious,
poisonous plants lay.
Waiting to sprout at the first sigh of despair
and wail of pain, at their gardner’s first time he is
betrayed.

because,
on a whole humans are deceiving manipulative creatures;
out only to better themselves;
discarding who they no longer need with each goal met.
leaving only empty shells;
(including themselves)