Serf or CEO?

Upon your birth

A sensation of mirth

naive, you started

your mind deliberately charted

An insignificant spot

on the map of the system

part of the myriad

another serf, building another pyramid

gazed upon the pinnacle

Those who are clinical

Those who shall leave

rich and ready

for the afterlife

All they're offered you was strife

Die, you will, in rags

Die, they will, surrounded by gold

concealed in silk bags

to be transported to the clouds

Gathering with the Gods and their crowds

You were meant to wander about in the sand

desolately

desperately

unable to get higher than the barren land

They shall indict

their evil curses

Serfs shall see them as light

We shall become convicts

of their chains of edicts

Reviews

[Emily]

Great idea for a poem!!
Keep it up!