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)
Cancer
It takes from your body,
as it steals from your spirit
Hope its main victim
—promised future unseen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
Literary Nuptial
Poetry…
the marriage of raw emotion
—and unbridled thought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
That Last Final Moment
Who declared politics
a zero-sum sport
Where stadium’s freeze
and statesmen abort
That last final moment
in a sudden death game
With truth as the loser
—forever in shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2019 09:52
- Category: Unclassified
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