by Tim Chiu
To see lucky breaks negatively is a sign of not being sure - a work poem.
|Is this how random gems are contracted? |
Must this circus pay such frank dues?
A pureness ends, and a fairness retracted -
Can bloodied fingers point to bold clues?
The fear is mirrored, it points to the verses.
Angry folks become cruelly condemned.
As these rear bottoms fatten their purses,
Souls are disjointed, regretful, a trend.
While people impose this dull, saintly bath,
A modern empire is beautifully built.
Failure is awesome, it paves a clear path -
The minions struggle and suffer great guilt.
Just remain silent, eager, and grateful,
Their least greatest weapon is their respect
For a professional science, never that hateful;
You’re not in a position they’d radically protect.