A Privileged Education
A PRIVILEGED EDUCATION
Just within reach of a soft whisper,
I swear I can hear the small voice,
Weeping, of an innocent boy,
Held in limbo out of an ice-bound past,
As I stare at black and white photos,
Framed within a dust-covered album.
The dispersing fog from sealed up years
Is swept away, as insidious grief
Rolls out as a vast tsunami of
Memories, all set in stone.
I remember the dull uniform
Of conformity in the fresh-cut faces
Of newly-pressed recruits
To the collective madness
Of benighted generations.
As craven sheep within the exclusive fold,
They never break fraternal chains
Which bind them close to the smothering
Of elongated cradles where a
Parent’s loving care holds no sway.
Emerging as lifelong, hardened victims
To catastrophic nightmares
Where endless is their perfect failure
To be set free from the sharp embrace
Of nanny’s tightened apron strings,
They are driven on to become
The finest crop of future leaders.
Copyright © Bill Drayton | Year Posted 2022
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