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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Does the lowered eye mark one, prey? Do mild manners detain the heirs of courage, And supplant servile, simpering cowards Who cater to the whims of the bullish, And ill-manner’d? The furrowing of the brow, upon meeting The eyes, a smouldering hate inferred? Prithee, tell the need of an otherwise Noble man To seek to humble one he knows not; But in all hubristic error, Deem a lesser man— Tho' the gods smite— Could sooner be his ending Than any beginning of cruelty He would defer. I beg thee, pass softly— For oft' times The gods walk among us, Unknown And clothed in beggar's Rags. But here we would tend The perception of The common man, Of which we all are. Were our titles stripped from us, Gold and coin, that seat us Well with advantage, prestige, And resource scarce divided Among those without, Relieved us— How far would we fall Before our imagined realms And self set crowns Shatter and break Upon the humble ground That wrought us up Through fortunes fated, Or generations generous With years honest toils and labors? In sooth these ephemeral devices Aside— Prick'd, our blood Bares but one shade That of red. All else are machinations Of the brain, Where the ego Would stroke us with Affirmations of Such lofty natures That we would see One another as High and low, Vengeance' victim Or as one justified To take beyond the need, Lest the low squander The fruitful seed. And utopia become too common a place, Thus polluted with the common blood. Nay. The true utopia, if thou seekest, Is humble fellowship, Compassion, and sacrifice; For all idylls may not be attained All at once. Let them be of such Continually strived toward And lived, and roads walked. See not my eyes lowered— See thy brother, See thy sister, See thy humble family Through trial and fortune's favor, Together.
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