Sonnet to Equality.

Four chairs around the kitchen table, no space
for the fifth chair though, it was put in a corner
with a rubber plant on its seat. First it looked
embarrassed, then got mad, would, if it could,
thrown the plant through the closed window;
then it got so depressed that it nearly collapsed
into pieces of planed sticks of wood, something
had to give; “A week each in the corner” I told
the other four, they demurred, but relented,
since we do still live in a democratic society.
A timbered whisper: “What about you?. When
are you going stand in the corner with a pot plant
in your arms.” With great stateliness I rose from
the chair and said :“I’m the one who sits on you.”