| Written: SEPT 13, 1999 |
Silenced are my screams,
Drowned out by the machinations of society.
Fear, hate, rage, jealousy,
Among these foul deeds do I dwell.
Aloft from the business of the common man,
In knowledge, grounding may be found.
The learned are my saviors,
Teaching me to bear this sorted existence.
A physical entity I am,
But a ghost in the machine to most.
Shyly serving my own ends,
A mere whisper among the many.
Knowledge gained now that I am old,
The price we pay is often untold.
Treated as a child most way through life;
Our rights as people are commonly put on hold.
A life under a tutor,
Seems it to be.
But fair it is not,
To earn my place among the free.
Slaves to the books,
Wages lost to degree.
Professor & Doctor see as they see,
A student not, more like a disease.
Scholarly whispers resound through halls,
Knowledge grasped better prepares for the real world.
Your love is the blood that flows through me,
And I hope forever you will be in my world.
