I am not one for titles and hierarchical living. Of coarse, labels serve some function in relating to one another. Still, I yearn for human relations where titles of status and power do not confound our basic humanity. Thus, this poem:
Re-Nouned
Guru
Master
Reverend or priest
Doctor
Professor
President and CEO
Your Honor
Whatever
In titled
Labels urned
Persons of such
Re-noun
I rather fancy
As simply friend
Or neighbor
NOTE: in the second-to-last line, you could capitalize “Friend,” referencing Quakers, also called the “Society of Friends.” I deeply respect their non-hierarchical approach to spirituality. Still, and perhaps disquieting sow, my anti-capitalist leanings win out…
