“UPSC”

—Keystonë

Artwork by Rabraj Saimy (@Schizo_Art)

Constant glares asking my ire if it belongs here;
contemplating concepts of acceptance & smiles
that makes you wonder, if the expression is tainted.
Why so nervous with how others feel upon thou?
Integration seems like a possible answer until it isn’t.

What maketh one but steers clear of the sum?

Constant bewilderment in trying to find inspiration
from figures held in high esteem;
lost in power moves and respectable shoes.
While some have multiplied uneducated & barefeet;
crossing over kingdoms of class caves and utter defeat.

Given no room to call yourself awake,
to feel with purpose; without prejudice nor shame.
Somehow, once the intellectual door is opened;
the slimy crowd within, deems your bread too bitter.
Moreover, the aftertaste; not worth a lifetime of sugar.

Color codes, appearance & the manner in which
you carry yourself, give rise to how much you could lose.
Whether the feeling is heart warmth or heartburn,
your communal ties shall shoulder your greasy urn’s,
which therein replicate the stories of generations that follow.

“We make the rules & the rulers you seem to be in awe of!”
Although awful, this is how we shall prolong and persist.
It goes: priest, warrior, merchant & worthless scum.


—The End—


Untouchable Pyramid Scheme.

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