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“The Divide” – Dystopian Pitch Sestina Dennis Brookner and Anish Vora

Some people are forever doomed to clunk , Without the endless benefit of learning. And ne'er will they wear card'nal or crimson. They promised they could conquer and divide But stood too high did those still glowing steps O to the valley, promises of gold.

They told them when they grasped upon that gold, That ne'er again would people need to clunk. But clunk away they must to build the steps On which the priv'leged take the road to learning. And underneath those steps lies the divide Where only half the men can wear the crimson.

Eventually the streets are bathed in crimson Despite the promised sidewalks paved in gold Can war be not our fate with such divide? Defeat not doomed for those in endless clunk And victory assured for those with learning Upon which strength, control they build the steps.

The marble Capitol with cold, marble steps Is only filled with card'nal and crimson And only they can utilize the learning And make in life their way toward endless gold. Away they rise without the hint of clunk, Away from those below this deep divide.

Branches wither under the deadly divide But stalks grow tall beyond the endless steps. And threaten tall to crush the lowly clunk. A scarlet letter, taste of brazen crimson A battle now for life, a freedom gold Shall languish in this land of sep'rate learning.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, in comes this tale of learning On plains of media, its broad divide At 9 o'clock the starry hour of gold. Embark the hammers do to take the steps: With the unblessed, bleed down in crimson. They crush the Capitol, with strength of clunk.

Sunset of gold, a dawn bright with crimson , Lessons of learning, hammers clashing, clunk. Climbers of steps of age, watch Hell divide.