The Incarcerated Word

What was created to expose, now a fortress meant to hide Bastions of higher learning, masking havens safe for lies Where discourse once was treasured, the ivy droops and sighs With comfort their true measure, the dilettantes all cry Plato is disgusted, John Locke is more than riled As a millennium 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 —left abandoned by their fear (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)