The Distorted Society

Either 'born to rule' or 'obliged to serve'

Two dominant divisions in society I observe

The deep wide wedge leaves me perplexed

Why privileges are a chosen few's preserve

Servitude, for millions, their only fate

Grim, hebetudinous, life isn't great

No, let up in subservient existence

Subjugation does not ebb or abate

Your respect your dignity goes for a toss

When people in power choose to be cross

Elephantine egos hard to feed

Unwitting errors too invite the wrath

Fickle minded, hungry for power

Oblivious of your gashes and scars

Agony and anguish that stifle and smother

The 'born to rule' just don't bother

Your rights infringed your voice suppressed

Deprived of your due you drag on depressed

Speak your mind at your own risk

A harsh lesson you learn when oppressed

You cower you cringe you bear you suffer

'We too are humans' in anguish you utter

Words of gratitude are all you wish

Life of dignity is all that matters

Will 'born to rule' ever grant this wish?

Will 'obliged to serve' ever find their niche?

The distorted society leaves me flummoxed

Why are privileges not everyone's preserve?

Why are some mortals just 'Born to Serve'?