Who was I to speak boldly
Of a world
I had hardly known?

Brimmed
With the insufferable gall
In swollen scholars
Adorned
With feign understanding

Who was I to sing
The worldly anthems
I reserved only for dreams?

To lament
In the hold of clean garbs
Unburdened by squalor
By the hunger that gnaws
At impoverished kin

Who was I
To speak ill
Of this docile lot?
So opulent and full
Among the greater sprawl of bliss