Students
The leaders once ruled over men.
They took their time and vigor, then
In morning after all was done
They’d take it all again.

The leaders gave to every man
Words for the mind, toil for the hand.
So much did they provide, but most
Was structure for the land.

Yet men did not see these as gifts.
They’d take and take, and still resist.
They planned a revolution when
The mercury would lift.

They gathered all that they could take,
They feigned compliance, lied in wait.
The structure finally fell, and too
Did all the peoples’ hate.

They were happy, they rejoiced.
From every man, a cheerful voice,
Until the yet engulfed the has,
Erasing all the joy.
They scrambled finding things to do,
Things that would put their skills to use.
They grasped all they believed would fit
Before their time was through.

They saw the limits on their time,
Yet other things compelled their minds.
As trifles came and past and came
Their tasks were left behind.

The time had finally come when men,
When nothing had become of them,
Cursed their incompetence and wished
For structure once again.

The structure rose as foliage fell,
Men found leaders amongst themselves,
To those who did not think they lost,
They saw the birth of hell.

The leaders told all what to do.
With freedom lost, their purpose grew.
The structure had returned, the old
A template for the new.

Some men were glad it had returned,
For languor and ennui they scorned.
Yet all-consuming it became,
And men with passion burned.

The leaders took at steady rate,
Resent they did invigorate.
In time, the men’s resentment had
Transitioned into hate.