Poetry 6: Knowledge No More

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          Knowledge as threat;
          is knowledge no more;
          as comparing with faith
          with the belief-less soul;
          for if only to warn a mind,
          will the mind won't believe;
          for the mind designs wisdom;
          not ponder what was thieved,

          thieved from his innocence;
          thieved independence;
          thieved from evanescence;
          thieved openness,
          for they shan't be lived upon,
          they shan't be barricades,
          they shan't be living guards,
          of the curious still against;

          if hell's the painful wage,
          of living overworked;
          with knowledge bombed and fired,
          then that's what I deserve;
          prepared they did my seat,
          my cage they secretly sealed;
          my locks, my torture book,
          my flesh - their happy meal;

          can't get more grateful, I've
          been booked no hassle;
          by selfishly concerned;
          lords in their castle;
          maybe they're never wrong,
          and I won't argue;
          for never I've been heard,
          never valued.

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