Befringe my hatred

From the endless Chasms in my head

Spills out the perpetual grief

Of letting a thousand screams go unheard

For the indigent never makes it to the ear

And the bourgeoisie has too much to say.

Gazing at the perfection of this tyranny

Watching cowardice flourish

I want to raise my voice

And overthrow the contemptible

For time is all I have.

Sitting astride this one legged chair

Pondering has its perils

For surrounded by feigners am I

And the only one left to adorn

Is the same old condemned ME.