For the thousands of times
The Earth has timidly
Circled the Sun
Humanity spoke vividly
Of the work it had done

Where once great Pharoes
Wrote on scriptures
Of bark and stone
Hanging to pictures
As rock-climbers hold

Such sanctity
And authority
The scribes have held
Throughout history
Their opportunism is felt

With only quill
And the will to teach
They transcend
What mortals beseech
And its consequence

This awesome feat
Which the wealthy bribe
Lesser Men
In children inscribe
What history knows of Them

But in the Age
Of Uncertainty
Lesser Men
Without liability
Employ their own pens

How selfishly
We misunderstand
The power of Pharoes
Is out of our hands-
To histories woes!

These Lesser Men
Of whom I am
Have heard of Kings
But by whose hand
Do their sonnets string?

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