The Citadel

Crowed to the morning exercise Faces, bringing life to the citadel. Whilst some witness the morning rise, Its quick birth some would repel. Serenity, traded for daylight rhythm Freedom, chirping songs from solitude. Skirts and trousers quaking the earth beneath them Sharing glances and attitudes too. Some, to the knowledge cubicle A race for seats at its feet Some, planning a tyrant's coup, Grace to the nature's treat. For learning and culture. A tyrant's bloat, the struggles puncture.