Climbing down the ladder is not what they do,
Nor will them inject humility in their vessels,
For they are up high above my tiny soul,
All I could do is listen to their trembling roars.
No. It's preposterous for them to be on par,
With beings like me who seem to have no sense of life,
Just a dust under the table, a bone in a fish,
I'll be wiped cause all I do is choke their breath.
Am I that defiled? Need I live in destitute?
I was clambering to seek pardon from them,
But I was tossed with a coin that has no sides,
And instructed to decide on a game chance.
Yes, I was raised..
Yes, I was taught..
Yes, I witnessed the struggle..
Yes, I was provided..
But what was not given is what won't turn back for anyone..
Time...
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