Just graduated as an anthropologist,
but that ceremony? I’ll give it a miss.

At the uni where ethics are cast aside,
war machines are fed in disguise,
students working for change get penalized,
and gowns serve as power’s thin disguise.

At the uni where climate’s the first to fall,
and the pope is praised in the grandest hall,
a symbol of hierarchy, cold and tall,
violating queer and women’s rights for all.

And no, the “C” for Catholic won’t suffice,
to excuse these wrongs or make them right.

I choose not to stand in line,
but I thank the few who opened my mind,
to see these structures, flawed and old,
and break them down, both brave and bold.