DecayAm I now back in those cold corridors,Decay in Free Verse More Like This
where I'm sneered at by faceless voices
who know nothing but their inflated ego's
and their spoiled little lives?
Does corruption, too, seep from the cracks
In this polished place of learning?
Will future ministers and presidents
be born in the womb of "diversity",
only to besmeech that which we hold so dear?
And while I sit and watch,
listen and decay,
feel and feel no more...
Will I be a simple casualty
of this war?
This new place beckons what I do not yet know,
where I have not yet gone,
and what I have not yet seen.
I wish to lead into my world with eyes open wide,
but what I see is better to hide,
For no matter where I go
The same incompetence will follow.
And no matter how hard I try,
it seems I will always fall.