Our spoken thoughts
however wrought
seeped in the knowledge
often flawed
from lesser beings within our ranks
those ones
who expect our heart felt thanks
Those prospects chosen
turn away
not content with their part
no say
forever to suffer in their chosen ways
no will
to be of power in future days
Caught up
in the muddled concepts
of these misguided times
each concerned
with nothing except the desire
to acquire what is mine
longing for the sexual objects
in their dreams
these men forever lost
in personal schemes
lie content to let others dare
where they despair
They say
do not bother us
for we do not care
we struggle now
for our own things
to share with dreams
and schemes
in our own spheres.
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