Ben Dover, yes that is I.

My name changed a week ago when you turned a blind eye.

Charlie, that kid you know with the funny feet?

Has not been around since last he was beat.

It was right outside the door there, just last week,

But it is my name you truly seek?

You may call me Mahatma Gandhi, skinny and on edge.

For I am fasting my image and starving for knowledge,

As to why your apathy is greater than mine;

Even a sorry to Charlie you cannot ensign?

If the hoarding of my identity is more important to you,

Then my name is Spartacus, yes it is true!

"The 'lesser' among us must be saved!"

I say to you fellow students whom have always behaved!

Awaken the free mind that lay dormant in your head!

And let us strike the Hydra-like morals of ignorance dead!

Rise with me and sacrifice naught but obediance!

And swell with the pride of your faith forward hence!

You may now call me Moses, aggregator since the burning bush.

My identic sacrifice now gathers a crowd, see how they push!

Discord by dissonance, you shall be rightfully nailed,

By the words of empowered students who proclaim eagerly, "This ship has sailed!"

I say again, my name is Ben Dover,

For the weight on my conscience has been levied over.