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.
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