The Incarcerated Word

What was created to expose is now a fortress just to hide A bastion of higher learning within a haven safe for lies Where discourse once was treasured the ivy droops and sighs With comfort their true measure, the dilettantes still cry Plato is disgusted, John Locke is more than riled As a millennia of learning is mocked in false denial Students weak and wounded from those lessons never learned Their tomorrow’s but a doomsday their futures sure to burn Those words were there to save them both the hated and revered All truth in dialectics —now abandoned by their fear (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)