Martin Braun Poet Tail-rhyme

The Viper Tells a Rhyme Tale

I ask, at what cost?

Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve.
The viper’s warning is curtailed.

Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay.
The viper’s ambush is prepared.

Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning.
The teacher prepares to pounce.

Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting.
Status quo, they begin to denounce.

Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation. 
Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans.

Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering.
Who trespassed within the kindergartens?

Forty Years now lost.

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Geoffrey Brewer January 17, 2019 at 9:20 PM A searing commentary on the poison that has penetrated and degraded the field of education in the West; not to mention other areas. Powerful writing, Martin.

John Gondolf November 28, 2018 at 9:00 AM Perhaps the parents failed as well as the teachers, either way we have to live with the consequences. Nicely penned, Martin, and welcome to Poetry Soup. John Martin Braun November 28, 2018 at 9:37 AM Thank you! I hope I was successful in not indicting all teachers. Starting at 1950, Census data of social norms should make us all concerned about the quality of the student graduating from H.S.