![]() School Of ThoughtA Poem by Alvin L. KathembeAlways judge a person by their principles But some haven’t had one of those Since High School You used to rule your own mind You were the Head-Master Now you’re not even the deputy You’re just a janitor in your own mind Scrubbing graffiti off the walls And trying to get rid of the filth. Yes, you got a new Principal You invited him in, smiling And showed him around the halls Showed him all the classrooms Taught him the thought process Then you gave him all the keys Put the curriculum in his hands And the office with the big desk And the nice leather swivel That used to be yours You used to have a teacher called Love But a substitute was introduced ‘To teach a few lessons’ Her name was Lust And her lessons were that much more fun Her jokes that much funnier She was that much cooler, And her homework was so much more damn…enjoyable That you barely noticed When Love never returned. New lessons were introduced And older ones were scrapped - Values, Conscience and Self-Respect - “Obsolete in a newer, more competitive world.” Newer, bolder teachers With lessons like Hate, Apathy, Materialism Taught you how to survive Creativity was stifled - It’s obsolete too And for your P.E You practised the Rat Race… “Don’t worry,” said the new Principal His arm around your shoulders “New curriculum for a new world.” “I think -” you began But he silenced you with a finger “What’ve you been doing that for? Leave that to us, sir, leave that to us…” And you were shown the door And he went back to putting His feet up on your desk. So you went back to class To your glossy-paged textbooks You keep your teachers in a box Of moving pictures And you sigh; “Oh well New curriculum for a new world.” © 2011 Alvin L. KathembeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 17, 2011Last Updated on March 17, 2011 Author![]() Alvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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