Calculus Of Defeat
© Surazeus
2017 12 08
Slouching low in his chair in the classroom,
where two hundred students from every nation
of the world listen to the old professor
lecture about physics and calculus,
Mike stares at math formulas on the board
that show how to accurately measure curves,
and dreams about the soft curves of her hips
under a pink skirt as Diana squirms.
"The world has gone mad as nations contest
over whose state ideology is best,
worshipping economic principles
in place of God embodied in the man
who once ruled the nation of family tribes.
Ten thousand missiles with nuclear warheads
stand poised in secret fields around the world
to blast our megacities into dust
with fires of hell unleashed in searing blast
that would murder millions in flash of death.
Our lofty principles of liberty
for every individual who can work,
contributing to progress of our nation,
and justice for all, regardless of race,
are trampled by the greedy politicians
who support the rapist, liar, and conman
that occupies our White House at this hour.
I want to fight for law of equal rights
against secret cadres of billionaires
who seek to reduce us all to wage slaves,
but when I walk outside in the sunshine
I see nothing but buildings and highways
where working people drive about their lives,
working all day in quiet offices
then seeking entertainment every night,
so powerful bankers and senators
who operate our economic system
rig the profit scheme to benefit themselves
while we struggle in obscene game of wealth.
What can I do to fight the money goons
whose money-laundering system of wealth
works invisible to my searching eyes
and untouchable to my crafting hands?
All I can think about is earning grades
enough to graduate when I am done
so I can find good-paying job in town
to earn enough for fast car and big house
where Diana can raise our children well.
I feel like Michael the archangel knight,
determined to protect my noble nation
but my own government is now the dragon
who rules the kingdom of Heaven with greed."
The bell rings and students leave the classroom,
so Mike sighs, resigned, and goes with the flow
of people through the doors into the hall
where they chatter as if nothing is wrong.
Wandering outside to the broad shady lawn,
Mike slouches against an ancient oak tree
and stares at white clouds in the empty sky
that resemble a warrior with long sword
fighting against Tyrannosaurus Rex
to ponder the calculus of defeat.
© Surazeus
2017 12 08
Slouching low in his chair in the classroom,
where two hundred students from every nation
of the world listen to the old professor
lecture about physics and calculus,
Mike stares at math formulas on the board
that show how to accurately measure curves,
and dreams about the soft curves of her hips
under a pink skirt as Diana squirms.
"The world has gone mad as nations contest
over whose state ideology is best,
worshipping economic principles
in place of God embodied in the man
who once ruled the nation of family tribes.
Ten thousand missiles with nuclear warheads
stand poised in secret fields around the world
to blast our megacities into dust
with fires of hell unleashed in searing blast
that would murder millions in flash of death.
Our lofty principles of liberty
for every individual who can work,
contributing to progress of our nation,
and justice for all, regardless of race,
are trampled by the greedy politicians
who support the rapist, liar, and conman
that occupies our White House at this hour.
I want to fight for law of equal rights
against secret cadres of billionaires
who seek to reduce us all to wage slaves,
but when I walk outside in the sunshine
I see nothing but buildings and highways
where working people drive about their lives,
working all day in quiet offices
then seeking entertainment every night,
so powerful bankers and senators
who operate our economic system
rig the profit scheme to benefit themselves
while we struggle in obscene game of wealth.
What can I do to fight the money goons
whose money-laundering system of wealth
works invisible to my searching eyes
and untouchable to my crafting hands?
All I can think about is earning grades
enough to graduate when I am done
so I can find good-paying job in town
to earn enough for fast car and big house
where Diana can raise our children well.
I feel like Michael the archangel knight,
determined to protect my noble nation
but my own government is now the dragon
who rules the kingdom of Heaven with greed."
The bell rings and students leave the classroom,
so Mike sighs, resigned, and goes with the flow
of people through the doors into the hall
where they chatter as if nothing is wrong.
Wandering outside to the broad shady lawn,
Mike slouches against an ancient oak tree
and stares at white clouds in the empty sky
that resemble a warrior with long sword
fighting against Tyrannosaurus Rex
to ponder the calculus of defeat.
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