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 Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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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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