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I live in a world of esteemed class,
Girls in bows with shoe buckles of brass,
I live in a world of slackened ties,
Youthful faces with dreary eyes,
A world with order and uniformity,
A world demanding of conformity,
A place where individuality is suppressed,
But all the people are so well-dressed.
I live in a world with supreme authority,
Where reputation is the top priority,
Where thoughts and feelings matter no more,
Imagination dead and ideas ignored,
In favor of logic and science,
A change of heart met with no defiance.
I live in a world where dreams are fairytales,
Where honesty is just a word and love a fable,
A world where failure is the greatest shame,
Because importance lies in the worth of your name.
I live in a world with a brief dawn,
Where childhood is short-lived and long gone,
Soon replaced by duty and responsibility,
Children poised with air of nobility,
A world of grotesque, miniature adults,
Who are solely concerned with seeing results,
A world so obscure and so bizarre,
Where numbers on paper determine who you are.
I live in a world that struggles for power,
Obsesses over force and might every hour,
A world where power is the only way,
“Powerful people come out on top”, as they always say.
- by Emperor Lyude |
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- | Submitted on 03/07/2011 |
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- Title: Private School
- Artist: Emperor Lyude
- Description: An abridged version of an old poem. A bit too repetitive and lengthy (hence abridging), but a few nice stanzas nevertheless.
- Date: 03/07/2011
- Tags: private school
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