Education

Education

A Poem by Mark

They take our visions                
and strap them into a line
to face the squad.

you must be on time,
where they box your soul
in concrete and glass.


Be a good little one,
follow these orders
and you can run at the bell.

Whatever your dreams
they will jar them for you and,
pickled, you can look at them,

and shake the glass, if you're good.

© 2014 Mark


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Excellent, from day one we are never encouraged to stand outside the box enough...we see freedom in the prison we are hostage within...never lose sight of dreams, this is a powerful poem x

Posted 10 Years Ago


A fine write Mark. Thanks for sharing!

-CW

Posted 10 Years Ago


you must be on time,
where they box your soul
in concrete and glass.
I like the meaning behind these lines

Posted 10 Years Ago


Fine poem...and it is funny thought, that Pink Floyd are all former teachers....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Are you channeling Pink Floyd Mark...

'We don't need no thought control'


Posted 10 Years Ago


A open topic here. Old schools taught us how to write, count and spell. New schools system teach kids what they do not need. I believe school should expand the mind and allow the kids to decide what they need. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


I truly like elegantly written piece with a strong message...well done my friend!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow Mark a scathing and brutal assassination of the system in a crisp and flowing verse. Such good use of metaphors to describe the social engineering of the education system.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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