Exploitation of Researchers' Passion and Dedication

In ivory towers, oblivious reigns, Blind to the weight of scholarly chains, Reports unread, insights ignored, The fruits of labour, rashly scored. Heads turn away from midnight oil, Unseeing depths of earnest toil, Quality dismissed with careless ease, As if research grew on trees. Passion exploited, dedication scorned, Complexity of thought, summarily shorn, "Just another paper," they decree, Failing to grasp what they can't see. Understanding falters at the gate, Where ignorance sits in high estate, Dismissing years of careful thought, As if such work was dearly bought. In halls of power, a tragic play, Where value's judged by yesterday, And those who push the bounds of knowing, Find recognition never growing. O, the irony of learned spaces, Where wisdom often hides its traces, And those entrusted with the helm, Fail to fathom their realm.