School
& Scholars
(c)2014 Bob
Atkinson
drag us
through that institution
one which
sends us to the grind
of
absorption, mass confusion
intellect,
determined kind
why should we
this journey make
why count new
candles on our cake
why fill our
nights with dim light
on pages not
so often bright
why study
what's been donated
to posterity,
postulated
why fly
toward some lofty goal
why sweeten
all facts we know
when fact
worship becomes the norm
before each
and every dawn
we find
puzzlement abates
discussion
ended, new thoughts not made
a person sees
himself in light
of white and
black, super sized
not assuming
new ideas
of those
opposed to one's ideals
moral to this
simple story
one vaguely
crafted with allegory
here in this
place I place
a challenge
to the well disgraced
think of all
you've been taught
the manner of
which it's been brought
ritual
settings synthesized
to mold your
mind to their way of life
and who are
they who poke at you
and prick
your thoughts with attitude
are they the
cream of nature's crop
or are they
just mindless dogma mongers
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