PhD
He came to mingle with…
The learned…
Politics…
To exchange ideas…
Get support, new job…
But he faced barrier…
Like those on carriers …
Navy ship and is tied…
Now works for PhD…
He teaches as TA…
In fact he is kept in…
A shingle…
A deep well…
In a cave…
Plato’s…
He may get a paper…
He may wear cloak, robe…
He may have a photo…
He may read the books told…
He will be, called Dr. …
And so what?
The current in his land will reform the nature
By then his, people change…
He will be part of old…
Betrayer…
A slave…
All of this reverse walk…
Came to him from wife…
She entered Canada…
All the facts she forgot…
For a seed she lost life.
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