Consider the practice of pedagogy.
Sounds less like a noble profession,
And more like a pervert’s kinky fetish,
A groomer’s form of fieldcraft.
Socrates taught Plato,
Just as Shumann mentored Brahms.
Einstein tutored Oppenheimer,
And so inspired those bombs.
When a student has mastered a subject,
Does the teacher proclaim it success?
Or is there regret in awareness
Of the genie set loose on the world?
Principles are like procedures we live by
Educating ourselves with things that go by
Doing things the right way we believe in
Affirming we're always right as we thrive and bang in
Getting along with thoughts and actions of all
Over and under our ideas that confront us all
Growing with everybody is what we want for all
Yours is my love, my choice, that conquers all
The new pedagogy, such sweet success!
Brittle crispy teacup children abound.
Wan eyes fused to the screen, don’t look around.
Take me to my safe space, just too much stress.
Who will fix what’s broken? They don’t know how.
Fighting for their freedom? Don’t understand.
It's someone else’s job to repair this land.
Polished Brooks Brothers tyrant, take a bow.
Education, once to build citizens
Infiltrated with fell priorities
Cultivation of hamstrung denizens
Multiple choice equals minimum voice
Limiting possible realities
Eyelids fused, mind confused, they lose, rejoice!
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3/2/16
If you enjoy this thought,
it is imputed on my teachers
because they have insisted, instructed
scolded, coerced and praised
all for my betterment.
Though life's education
is richer and sweeter by far
than all class instruction
without their knowledge and training,
I would not be attempting
to write on poetrysoup.com,
with other distinguished authors.
Hail, Hail to teachers everywhere!
Stimulate our minds, expand the knowledge!
This is my poem for the education game assigned to me by James Fraser
I am assigning the game to Sara Kendrick