137. In servitude
We are custodians of the muses,
bound by them in lifelong thralldom
to create and propagate their beauty
fettered by their inspiration
to produce and serve humanity with joy,
while we remain unthanked in poverty.
Thus is our destiny of unfair destination
to toil alone against the mainstream,
pioneering to create a better finer world
against the ignorance of that majority
that never knew the muses really do exist,
while we are left without a choice
but stubbornly to struggle on,
our only real reward just being
our association with and knowledge of the muses.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 09:49
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