Saturday, 3 October 2015

Poem 4: Academe


Academe, a broken dream
Turned mindless machine.

I advise you not take too close a look
And instead make use of printed books

For to the board of examiners
Compliance is all that matters.

Academe, a broken dream
Turned mindless machine. 

What can it claim of originality
When inertia stalls creativity?

They say it's about the exam
As single outcome of the plan

When the end should be to illuminate
And in matters of reality to elucidate

Like strong-hearted thinkers
Who in lecture halls to not linger.

Academe, a broken dream
Turned mindless machine. 

I think the home of talk
Ought go for a walk

Since those who can see
Know well the conspiracy

That knowledge paid money
Is worth not one penny.