They are numbered,
They are few.
Rarity is their virtue,
Uncommon their traits.
They are lumbered,
They are new.
Clarity is their class,
Platinum their rates.
Governments avoid,
And people loathe them.
They are cumbered,
They are feared.
To prevent them,
Nothing can be done.
By any forces however,
Either collared or aided.
The intelligentsia are a strong constituent of any major successful social revolution like the Renaissance.
My HP Poem #978
©Atul Kaushal