Ignorance Struggled to pull me to the floor,
Where I would be forever silent, standing on all fours.
I tried to call out,
But I had forgotten all about
The sounds that I needed,
Before I was defeated.
Ignorance is a strong master, to be sure.
He is like a sickness, for which there is no cure.
Knowledge is my only hope,
To save me from this downward slope,
But forgotten is the medication,
The one I call Communication.
One dose a day, is all it would have taken,
To gain this knowledge, that I had forsaken.
With no hope left,
I must confess that I wept,
For I knew before He pulled me to the floor,
To be forever silent, standing on all fours,
That I would henceforth eat,
The food my master gave me; this raw, bitter meat.