Monday, October 22, 2018
Beneath The Golden Lamp
Beneath the golden lamp,
Where men are all equal to the seasons,
Yet, up against an upheaval inequality ramp,
To find the many reasons,
Why we're their slaves in a world of greed,
The dim-lit golden lamp does not yield
Enough light to find or feed
The many reasons the glut they shield,
To suffice their avarice and power,
Men cannot be whipped into austerity
While they gloat in their ivory towers,
We can only dream of prosperity,
Where all men are created equal,
Though, Oligarchs seize and rewrite our freedom,
While we rise to another menial sequel,
Yet, if we do nothing, we're complicit to treason.
- John Hardesty
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