UC Merced, 2019
By Joseph Rojas
I meander at first, then pick up speed
Along the imaginary arrow.
On this journey I walk to take the lead;
I pass others on pathways too narrow.
United as one with our heads that burn,
Out in the open—victim to the flame.
Some may complain at every step or turn,
Others mute, with only themselves to blame.
We claim our brilliance, but yet we toil;
Constantly searching for a better way.
But until then, our heads and blood shall boil
Unless we should lose our courage to stay.
The proxy elite preach the worth of work,
But until this walk fades, our rage will lurk.
I Like Sonnets.
It did not say toin the directions to mention this, but I read William Blake’s London and this poem was inspired by that. At least I don’t think it did. I didn’t read the directions that well.