Changing Medium
Oct 5, 2023
A limited amount of resources
Ending its pattern
Stunted
Capitation going to your head like a crown
Minions dying
The ivory towers losing any significance
Your crown becomes the only prize
To rule over degradation
Of patterns becoming less distinct
The cries become noise
Trivial to the reign
Of reason and thought
Of a supreme race
Of grandeur sustained
By the degradation sought
By the minds that think
The noises aren’t