"Prestige" - A Poem

These walls
These halls
Are special
And all
Of you
You all
Are special
Crisp pressed
Uniforms
Best dressed
Perfect form
Shoes shine
Bright as the
Chosen minds
Rings like
Society's
Skeleton keys
What wonders are
All of these
In the eyes
Of the chosen?
What battles wait
Instead
For those outside?

Peace

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