By Rowan Blair Colver
​High on the tree of knowledge
Its luscious fruits sweet
Empowering flesh of the judge
Skewing all perspective
Express such dismay at pebbles
And different choices
Forget the rules of freedom
When my opinion doesn't fly
Doesn't matter how many have to die
As long as I
Am heard and agreed with
For I Know
And my self-preservation
Declares that all else is subservient
To this
Why offer respect
Why empathise
When I see that there needs to be adjustments
According to me
Never mind the universe
In all its wisdom
I know better
Because I am the bearer of the fruit
And I am high
On its illusion of me.