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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