Kai Craddock, ’24
there will always be one above
and one below
the low grass can rise
but the high can too
our cursed bread is only
cursed to few
for to the others,
it’s trash and won’t be their demise.
Prometheus was punished
for his gift to mankind,
for his love,
for his love was too strong to restrain
and that fire could deftly
burn those flowers
that grow where they know
they cannot be obtained
in our mellow heaven
a diminished chord plays
as the leaves fall from
unimaginable heights
and as those leaves fall,
released is more light
allowing you to hear
their cries and their calls.
the irresolution of revolution
keeps the world turning and
keeps the world burning
like lipstick on a pig,
we stick out like pimples
on this barren land that
used to be made for us
