The Incarcerated Word

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)


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