On The Pedestal Poem by Kenneth Umunna

High up the cliff
Where the lowly finds a seat
With comfort on a throne
All made beyond your know
Is where you sit and stare
To direct this time we hope

High up the cliff
With courage fully blown
You dress our bloody eyes
From where you seem to be
Our frowns and sores you weigh
So clearly you view our wits

High up the cliff
The great passage has begun
A long and endless song
You hear and hum along
Your limits you may recall
Your disgust for it remains

High up the cliff
Your pages reopen again
They see you led before
And want it done again
With glee you accept the plea
And a niche they carve for you

High up the cliff
Your audience we remain
So long as we perspire
You speak so clearly now
In tongues alien and angelic
Remember us we plead
For mortal men we are