by Nathaniel Ocquaye
How can I forge ahead in this current state?
Academia has corrupted itself by greed,
And I cannot but evade my fate;
That my belly I may feed.
I languish that I was born late –
For had I been with the Divines,
I would have lived without hate,
In a company where love shines.
Presently, my own colleague is against me:
He schemes that I may fail,
That he may obtain the key
And end my travail!
Awaken from thine vain invention!
For we be teachers of creation
This poem was submitted as part of the LSE HE Blog’s Poetry Amnesty.
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