Life
promises nothing
and everything
depending on presumption
Nature's ward can be a
hard
task-master
reducing us to waste
and consumption
Is it no wonder
only kings and queens
were allowed entitlement
when people were
torn asunder?
Even then
they also knew
the grave rebellion
of primitive mindsets
closing in with anger hatred and redemption
to plunder
I used to tell myself
academia was the same
pretending I was page
or messenger of the queen
Our faculty pacing
with sneering faces,
the students lost
like erring peasants,
all of us performing
more than serving
Waiting for our Union
like some random cavalcade of knights
to come in
and set things right
And I contemplate
such presumed attachments
wondering what remains are seen
if I myself
should chose good roles
as either
king
or queen?
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