Guardian
Never to know
The pleasures of
The Arts
What do you
Protect except
For your place and
Your part?
Some great scheme
Of society
Never to be
Questioned
Raised to rule
To kill for
A promise
Unfulfilled
As the Citizens
You’re made to protect
Rebel as they try
To freely express
Banished at the gate
Never allowed to relate
Their tales which
Have been judged by the keepers
And what if your
Guardian raised true
Were to pick up your lyre
And sing your heart’s desires?
No Freedom for the programmed to do…
No art for the philosopher to pursue…
