| From Atop the Pillar
From Atop the Pillar
While those that toil below him
Must struggle for their meal
He who sits atop the pillar
Wallows in his weal
He cares not for their sorrows
For his are picayune
He knows not of their struggle
Nor their impending doom
And when those who dwell beneath
Begin the lengthy climb
He knocks them down with laws and coin
Their attempt, itself, a crime
His days are filled with acquisition
His nights, debauchery
While those who suffer in the streets
Are left with misery
But unrest grows in those beneath
And the time is soon to come
When we the proletariat
Will stand shining in the sun
__________________ They were offered the choice between becoming kings or the couriers of kings. The way children would, they all wanted to be couriers. Therefore there are only couriers who hurry about the world, shouting to each other -since there are no kings- messages that have become meaningless. They would like to put an end to this miserable life of theirs but they dare not because of their oaths of service.
-Franz Kafka  | 
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