Friday, 1 October 2021

poem 188

 


Your education brings nothing, but a blind night to a child’s sight

Here descent is your only way up, digging deeper your own grave

This they call the only way to hold a child’s beautiful evolving mind 

Teachers educated, then educates from a cell behind there eyes

Repeat that blue cycle and this host will see nothing of the hand 

Groomed to hate and to hate becomes as breath upon well oiled air 

A mirror black, now only shows sunken hollow eyes smiling back 

Treasure humanity, now nothing more, but dust upon cracked lips

While’ it consumes you, it controls all and fuck all is what you know

Consumed, still they look deeper and task for more, upon more 

Until even your name just stands bare, in faded shades of shame 

Skin, yes this skin upon bone, even now is no longer mine to claim

Education here, but never are you taught to say no to your owner 

Beauty, a mind luminous as diamond star night, as each is truly yours 

But your blood classed, crossed, and to feel is the greatest crime 

So look upon your cupped hand, and see the dust pouring through





https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/sep/30/pandemic-private-schools-pupils

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