The Cult of "Education"


  • Anger

    The Cult of "Education"

    I blame you "education"
    for keeping my daddy from me
    he's gone before I wake
    and he come's too late
    I blame you "education"
    for us not having a garden
    I eat out of boxes and cans
    and it's not healthy from what I understand
    I blame you "education"
    for all life's distractions
    you put technology before me
    is it wrong to climb trees
    I blame you "education"
    because a job is not just a job
    the titles sound so big for young people
    but they work less than old people
    I blame you "education"
    because you think you come first
    you make a family structure lose its value
    because the world is suppose to revolve around you
    I blame you "education"
    because you are always hungry for more
    because you make the world see through your eyes
    instead of learning through our own eyes
    I blame you "education"
    because you put differences between people
    you separate us all in your manipulitive ways
    by making people think that being different is ok
    I blame you "education"
    for the cause of this country's downfall
    you are the blind leading the blind
    and you have crumbled us under God's Eye

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    markrohaley commented on The Cult of "Education"


    God is missing? He is educaton?

    arfin09 commented on The Cult of "Education"


    point taken, but you have stretched inward far more in other works.

    kenparme commented on The Cult of "Education"


    This is a really great poem-Education is like wine- to much of it just mkes you stupid.

    Vincent commented on The Cult of "Education"


    I get it. Good poem. smiles

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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