The headaches mean I never sleep <br />But weep through keyholes. <br />All lives controlled by scraps of <br />Paper the souls enrolled by <br />The parchment tyrants who <br />With chains of ink hold us <br />And bar us inside the keep. <br /> <br />Cruel torment with tool <br />Mightier than deadlock of war, <br />Capable of fountains and mountains <br />Of gore far greater than the sword <br />Is the pen, and then, <br />Allies become enemies. Words <br />Fight through the night <br />Creating our agony of <br />Toiling plight where once we <br />Thought we should stand <br />Revered our path picked <br />Out and future sealed, we crumble <br />In our bureaucratic maze of <br />Judgement, our brilliance <br />Of youth measured and graded <br />But more likely degraded <br />By those who know better <br />Which I highly doubt. Throughout, <br />From the dawn of the day we <br />Are born, shackled and measured <br />Never treasured but with <br />Experiments and jabs we <br />Surrounded, died, alone hear us <br />Moan opportunities flown <br />Grappling to reach next level <br />Of the Game. Not caring. <br />Despairing. For love and shame <br />Just to make a name with <br />Ourselves to blame. <br />I pity humanity forged <br />In vanity caught in this loop <br />Forever. Liberty never. <br />Sentenced across the globe <br />Rip off scholar robes <br />Here and there. <br />Our own judges, jury, and <br /> <br />Executioner.<br /><br />Steffi Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idiom-of-humanity/
