Why? Education? Why?
Computers speak pure poetry
devised by men with questioning minds
which are not certain
Businessmen divine,
consider the user's mind decide--
and those who will, pray
Farmers consult their gods, decide---
awaiting verdict
But my true love lies sleeping in its surety of truth uncovered
labeled clear
held firmly in desperate minds
promulgated---
dark age religion
encoded in runic meanings
passed from gods
to lesser gods
to teacher slaves
by decree incompetent
unknowing
trainable
untrustworthy minions of sloth
Oh, my true love,
why do you not know that the least common
denominator of competence is despair
Only in wondering awe may we approach another.
No poetry sings your struggle.
Why?
Education?
Why?