Battles of Education I
She's not sure which matters
So as voices of conciousness and wisdom enter
They only glide across her ears
inquire at the door of logic's acceptance
and are silently lead through the corridor
reason's elixir covers their feet
and dictions sinks in,
losing legs, now hips, then stomachs
They revel in ectasy
This is where they're meant to be
And suddenly God opens the door and they look away,
Blind and helpless,they tumble from the portal,
Dispering, only remnants of their meaning splatter the walls.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world