A BLACK TIE
UNLEASHED
There were
days in his past
He had to
wear a tuxedo
As did he dress
tailor-made
The black tie
was obligatory
The dinner invitation
said so
It’s the
uniform of wealth
For those
who see themselves
As such opulent
and powerful
The aged
man at the door
Bowed lightly
and welcoming
He bowed back with reverence
And replied
a softly spoken
´Thank you
kind master´
The aged seneschal
Answered in
surprise
‘Sir, I’m your
servant´
´The gentlemen are inside
Awaiting your
presence´
He smiled
as the old continued
´They will you as theirs
As a praetorian safeguard´
´They will you as theirs
As a praetorian safeguard´
He nodded anew speaking
´Again I choose my
own….,
….Those black
ties are not´
The steward's eyes lit
´Spoken as
a true master
One who
chooses to serve
As our Rabbi did before´
The old man
opened
Warmly the entry
door
And foretold
respectfully
´This will be
your last
Supper amongst
them
They fear infinitude´
The boardroom
lit with
Black ties and
gowns
Showing off vanity
Unfettered he
walked
Towards chosen
modesty
Ending society’s
chains
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