Requiem for a Mortal Aspiration
A better world so long for which I'd faught,
Away from me it turned when I had lost.
Its children were the ones whom I had taught,
When grown they threw their teacher to the frost.
Out on the streets without a job in sight,
I'd shy away from money's piercing eyes.
When finally I found a job to write,
It turned into a job that I dispise.
I never thought that I would teach again
When out I stepped into the sunless sky.
My job is now to teach the souls of men,
A lesson they will learn if I must die.
Is there a point to dying or to birth,
When one does not know even her self worth?
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