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Inferiority

I kneel before my master
As he sits in glory upon his throne.
In cloths of silver adorned with gold,
He looks so fashionable and bold.

While I, a simple man of lowly order,
Wear hat and rags that show their age.
Surely no pompous ass am I.
Yet I dare not look him in the eye.

For though he has the power of a god,
He’s threatened by we who work so hard.

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I wrote this simple poem for one of my children to discuss the meaning and complexities of the word inferiority

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