Children of a Lesser Pantheon

He told me that
Children of a lesser pantheon
Cannot rise
This world has here allotted
Every trinket, every prize
Ambition was neurosis
In his eyes

He told me that
Your nature more than nurture
Determined size
It was the bitterest truth
To ponder, realise
Competition pathologic
In his eyes

He told me that
The rewards of honest toil were
Only lies
It was what the politicians
Had surmised
All wisdom here necrotic
In his eyes

© Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Children of a Lesser Pantheon

  1. bwcarey says:

    Beethoven would not have made it today either, don’t be put off by all those old cliche’s, fine poem

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