Suicide Of An Engineer

Absence of Artistic Sense is a handicap.
His teachers are thus deformed.

Education grows into a market, where parents speculate on.
He’s held captive in the textbook.

His muscles are rarely serviced.
Light of literature is also denied.

His certificate is a passport to beg in vain.
The number of engineers is larger than the migratory birds.

He’s never been taught theory of living.
He becomes a Bachelor of Frustration.

Cells of suicide prance in dejection.
He flutters with bats from the branch of a breadfruit tree.