Treasure Island

Saiom Shriver


A Commoner

She married a commoner and
was therefore not invited to
to hunt and
terrorize little foxes,
nor attend imperialist
capitalist war meetings,
nor sit while servants paid
slave wages tired themselves
cleaning up after her.
She was not taught to
treat marital fidelity
as a middle class stupidity,
nor to live idly with others of
the 'higher classes'. She was
kept from stalking
innocent deer in the woods,
and from participating in black
magic covens. She did not
participate in primogeniture
in which the eldest son
takes all, causing friction
for generations.

He married a commoner.. and no
longer was invited to certain
gatherings of refinement, at
whose dinner tables guests
rended animal flesh from bones.
He could not join the higher
ranks of intelligence services...
at which gentle-men presided
over decisions to torture
prisoners. He was not privy
to the highest circles of
financial power, of blood money
from butchering or vivisection
or illgotten wealth from armsmongering.
Few among the 'nobility' were noble.
Few among the 'aristocracy' were
the best.

Submitted: Thursday, August 07, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 09, 2014

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