Mad World
I want to choose, but life’s demands refuse;still, with intent, I spin these lines in rhyme.
The world denies, distorts what I would use,
yet I hold course in this unyielding clime.
From birth, we’re formed in crowded public schools,
taught lessons, tamed, and channeled to graduate;
they save us from becoming “useless” fools,
yet steal our time to dream and self-create.
I want the space and freedom for my path,
my way (to guard the sovereignty of my thoughts);
never again will my hard-won, applied math
enrich the suits whose souls gave God no thought.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2026-01-20 at 09:34
Tags Society Individual Nonconformity
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