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What flawed design is this? Framed by greed, eyed by chance, Do you think so easily you can entrap me in this dance? It is a marriage contract in which I have no choice - I have no ground, no sound, no voice... I cannot. What? Either it is my future or my siblings' in jeopardy. I exaggerate - We can afford this, but barely. Minimum student loan: The bane of many, the burden of many Burden of unrealistic measures. You ask me to live off borrowed money On borrowed time? You ask me to learn as others did off reflections from the past, When time has moved on, and moved on fast? When the world is barking at these measures, and still it continues, And I, at risk of being denied an education, cannot refuse To do things, not just by halves, but by even by eighths. And would I, I would refuse another year, and hope the Fates Prove kind. Do they prove kind to those who complain? Who ever loved a rebel, when the rebel was alone?
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Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
FortnightForFatigue Poem #4