| why are some men born with minds that earn degrees? the loving cups gilded plaques grace their study walls hide the cracks while their genius is turned to works of tyranny then off to market to market go selling these with words so fiery and persuasive they steal cunningly riches no one can exceed and why are some men born with a fate of poverty? one firm bed for a swollen back year by year the bodies wracked while their obedience is had with gradual defeat |
by the pace by the pace and the urgency through a muddled thought |
