King or Peasant?

Mon, 09/26/2022 - 12:10 -- mrHenny

 

Envision the world we all must share

Blanketed by the sun’s bright glare

We all exist in this world together

 

Collaboration in our presence.

 

But with this society arises a friction

Tangling of lives and a confliction

Complications are inevitable

 

It’s in our very essence.

 

Vexations may transform one arcanely

To see goals and ambitions quite insanely

Evils seek to harm another

 

Hunters among the pheasants.

 

But others may choose a separate path

To rise above the evil and wrath

The people who willingly lend a hand

 

Aiding in Earth’s convalescence.

 

Yet, some weakly submit to the strife

Helplessly crushed by the vice of life

The ordinary cogs in this mortal machine

 

Dreaming of  life in the heavens.

 

Though no two souls trod the same trail

Our paths are different, yet equal in scale

Opportunity from desire resides in everyone

 

Sense the omnipresence.

 

Opportunity lies within the Ascension

Your desire entices the fated question: 

Rise above, or stay in place?

 

I hear the mandate so incessant:

Live and die as king or peasant?

 

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