by Nick Gisburne
Advances at the margins of my field
Uncovered strange, anomalous results,
But further calculations soon revealed
A notion every colleague still insults.
Dismayed by academia’s malaise,
In self-inflicted exile, moving on,
I toiled for long, exhilarating days,
Until, at last, the final doubts were gone.
My work will give the world what it deserves,
To bring us out of darkness into light,
But money talks, and tyranny preserves
An oligarchy blind to what is right.
They’ll never let me do it, this I see,
But someone else will smash their power. Me.
