OR IS IT?

OR IS IT?

All men are equal
Yet very few are
Some pause at nowhere
And others go far
You’re taught all your ideals
To find few who keep
Them as you’re told to
Awake, or asleep,
The Child is the Father
Or so it is said,
Yet even in childhood 
Indifference is bred
A quorum of billions
A lone, single soul
A balance of equals
Or a thing to enroll?
(Or is it – inrole?)
All men are equal
Perhaps this is true
But not in the living
And not as they do;
Some men are driven
By doom, and by fate,
Some will learn early
Some will learn late
Some never catch on
Pity them, yes?
Some will gain nothing
Not knowing it yet,
Some will have treasures
Envy them, no?
Advantage breeds profit
(Or is it – plunder?)
Or didn’t you know?
Some will find searching
Some never do,
Which is the better?
I leave that to you
Some will have false peace
Some will have war
Though no fault of their nature
She’s adored, he’s abhorred;
 Some will thrive greatly
Some will fall hard
Is it luck or Good Fortune?
Or the skill of the Bard?
You want I should tell you?
Hell, I’ve never known
Yet even unwitting
I still play along
For the Chance or the Purpose
That I may be one
Such men as are disposed
To know what they’ve won
For all men are equal
Admit it or not
For no one is certain
If paid, or if bought,
Cause all men are equal
Even when not
For man is a mortal
(Or is it – a man is immortal?
Either way, eh)
What a Gordian Knot…
 
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