children
christmas eve spies…
such clever
children
to
subtly suggest
that
the christmas tree
be situated
just
below
that old floor vent
a vent
that
from
the second floor
became
a perfect
christmas eve
observation post
for
viewing
those
unwrapped presents
too large
to
fit
beneath the tree
wagons
bikes
and
such
one merely needed
to pretend
that
sugar plums
were
dancing
before
silently
initiating
the night’s reconnaissance mission
a fool proof plan
until
secret agent mom
closed
the vent
spring #9…
in a process
that
even
a mayan priest
would find
ostentatious
each spring
sealed bundles
of
educational evaluations
are conveyed
to
the classroom
there
beneath
the ritualistic blade
of
knowledge
young students
who’ve been
acclimatized
before
ascending
the mountain
called
state test requirements
begin
their daily trek
and
upon completion
like
all climbers
they discard
much
of what
they were
forced
to
carry
abdication…
infant child care
safe and nurturing
home away from home
promised growth
and
learning
through play
that’s
the solution
private preschool
individualized
sterile instruction
on
how to succeed
in life
through
monitored
behavioral goals
that’s
the solution
sessions
with
a child psychologist
topics
vary
attempting
to define
what does not exist
that’s
the solution
private structure school
designed
to cater to
the
individual
while shaping
the young mind
for
social conformity
that’s
the solution
parenting classes
with joint
child psychological counseling
topics
vary
redefining
what does not exist
that’s
the solution
public education
mingling
with the common folks
without
the social tools
to separate
the desires for acceptance
from
socially approved
processes
of acquisition
that’s
the solution
world travel
isolated from peers
to gain
insight of the world
without
addressing the desires
for
acceptance
that’s
the solution
boarding school
designed
to cater to
the
individual
while shaping
the young teenage mind
for
social conformity
that’s
the solution
broken vows…
it was not my choice
to be a childless father
but my dreams were raped
dragon slayer…
it was
i’m told
during mid-day
when she
a child
of three or four
did rise up
and
begin a quest
to slay a dragon
oh
she would have wandered far
to foreign lands
but for the howling
of the family cat
alerting the gatekeeper
that she was venturing
from the castle walls
he could not believe his eyes
how precisely
she hurled a stone
with his touch
the spell of sleep
was broken
and she began
to speak of the dragon
she had sought
and inquire
about her favorite cat
to which her father
did reply
he’d left no doubt
to seek revenge
upon
a dragon
or two
mindful of self…
if god meditates
will the children of war heal
will the dead rise up
silent alarm…
from beneath their sheets
children peek out searching hard
for the day’s first rays
what they didn’t teach you in school…
the brown bag prophet
said
there ain’t
any
national
government failures
cuz’
there ain’t
any
national governments
all we got
is
corporate america
corporate russia
china
or
some other
flag drapped coffin concept
of a nation
hell
we ain’t even
got that
what we got
is
an international corporate nation
where justice is a commodity
sold
to the highest bidder
a virtual nation
where everyone
works
lives
and
dies
a profit margin nation
which demands
that parents
sacrifice their children
to assure quarterly gains
hell
freedom
and
national pride
are the best
marketing ploys
ever
conceived
in defense of doomsday preppers…
when the killings
become easy
and
an acceptable
form of
entertainment
for our youths
as mere
extensions
of video games
what questions
should we
ask ourselves
have we
lost sight of morality
have we
failed to put the fear
of god in them
have we
sheltered our children
from death’s pain
have we
abdicated our parenting
for friendship
have we
denied the truth
on what has changed
or what
has remained
the same
pretending that these sovereign states
have indeed created
a place
where all men
and
women
are created equal
and
crime
has nothing to do with
what we have failed
to do
Read Between the Minds 