The wisdom of the ages
falls deaf on silent ears,
when those of 'better' knowledge
lack in better years.
The words they speak are naught but verse,
a pretty, failing void;
They barter time and trade despair,
and on ignorance are sold.
They traipse about with jaunty stride-
merrily nonchalant-
flinging thoughtless wording
like an idiot savant.
To all those who have viewed them,
they are deemed to be unfit;
For who would suffer morons
when they have but half a wit?
In truth, they are our future,
but 'tis a future that I'd fear;
Too many of this generation
talk and will not hear.
They crave with desperation
a life too dark and harrowed,
for live lived in deprivation
'tis a point of view too narrowed.
They do not seek a power inside,
instead, they seek a chalice;
in which all the world's a stage-
but 'tis a poison breeding malice.
Oh- I weep!
for the years that lie ahead-
my brain rebels in horror,
my heart bleeds, raw and red;
The youth are turning old enough,
the future is uncertain;
and all because the high schools
treat education like a curtain.
"Behind this doors, labeled number one,
we have a distant future,
where minding manners, and respect
will make you kind and nurtured;
where all the pathways open up,
and you've made a great success;
...Or pick door number two,
and make life, now, a mess."
Of course our cock-sure young ones
will pick the latter door-
for partying, and breaking rules,
surely, there couldn't be more?
So to all the world, I say Nay!!
This is not the way for things to transpire!
What happened to change, and progress??
What happened to stoking the fire??
I won't support a mindless flock,
I will not suffer fools;
But most of all, I will not suffer
no education in our schools.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
The wisdom of the ages
falls deaf on silent ears,
when those of 'better' knowledge
lack in better years.
The words they speak are naught but verse,
a pretty, failing void;
They barter time and trade despair,
and on ignorance are sold.
They traipse about with jaunty stride-
merrily nonchalant-
flinging thoughtless wording
like an idiot savant.
To all those who have viewed them,
they are deemed to be unfit;
For who would suffer morons
when they have but half a wit?
In truth, they are our future,
but 'tis a future that I'd fear;
Too many of this generation
talk and will not hear.
They crave with desperation
a life too dark and harrowed,
for live lived in deprivation
'tis a point of view too narrowed.
They do not seek a power inside,
instead, they seek a chalice;
in which all the world's a stage-
but 'tis a poison breeding malice.
Oh- I weep!
for the years that lie ahead-
my brain rebels in horror,
my heart bleeds, raw and red;
The youth are turning old enough,
the future is uncertain;
and all because the high schools
treat education like a curtain.
"Behind this doors, labeled number one,
we have a distant future,
where minding manners, and respect
will make you kind and nurtured;
where all the pathways open up,
and you've made a great success;
...Or pick door number two,
and make life, now, a mess."
Of course our cock-sure young ones
will pick the latter door-
for partying, and breaking rules,
surely, there couldn't be more?
So to all the world, I say Nay!!
This is not the way for things to transpire!
What happened to change, and progress??
What happened to stoking the fire??
I won't support a mindless flock,
I will not suffer fools;
But most of all, I will not suffer
no education in our schools.
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