He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.
You’re making me wait
“just two more weeks,”
but already the wait’s
crossed half a year.
“A few more weeks,
no difference,”you say,
and it’s true, but you see,
in the bigger picture,
a whole generation waits.
a/n: The system of education here in Sri Lanka is far from moving on from the differences that covid brought to us. The whole economical crisis and the political unrest last year made it worse.
I am an Advanced Level student, and it is currently announced that we have to sit for the exams throughout January, whereas the my sister sat for hers in the August, as all grade thirteen students are supposed to do. Already, there are rumours that the exams will be postponed again to the end of January.
And if we are to consider ourselves in parallel to our junior grades, we in fact just started the first term of a ‘grade fourteen’ today. Lol.
Nevertheless, the biggest issue here is that at this rate, in which the delayed exam dates are only pulled forward by a week, (or even few days as it is in our case), it will take at least twenty years for the system to adopt the original calendar.
Will we see fire death and pain,
fall from the fingertips of the insane?
Will we get tweets of our own destruction
from people on permanent malfunction?
If you’re searching for the truth you’d better not ask
those politicians who hide behind an outlaw's black mask.
What we do this day can never be undone
and the ropes we let bind us can never be unstrung.
Yet we will close our eyes and praise their name
because there’s always someone else to blame.
CYNIC
He was Dean of the university’s
College of Creative Malfeasance,
including the Schools of Business,
Law, Information Technology, Marketing,
Economics, Theology and International
Relations!
His son was more sinister
He was a minister in the
Church of Confederate Christianity,
a denomination that is anti-family,
anti-immigrant, anti-democratic,
anti-Semitic, racist, pro-gun
and absolutely pro-life, perpetually
in the courts, perpetually in the news
and social media, perpetually in your face
a rising case of rape and incest,
a danger to our lives, an acute
health problem, requiring
an abortion!
You can't miss power,
rides black, shiny, muscled horses,
with black dogs running ahead
to clear the way and keep people away,
else people scare the horses,
drop the riders and trample them.
An enigma for the crowds,
like a smell spreads
quickly and all over.
It's a heavy load for the wise,
but fulfilling for little egos,
walking scared with arrogance,
while the inane, ring bells
on days of no Mass,
imperiously ignorant.
How their armies of our children
are guided to keep us under,
the right for you
is the wrong for them,
watching to create enemies
to chase away.
Search around you, for who
supports the mighty, and how.
You'll understand.
You, me, him,
could be lifted to power
under the supporters's directiion
tracing the roads to follow.
Chiefs follow orders too.
People's given power is best power,
power from the people for the people.
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