The new wave,
Zippy craze,
Well that's just not for me,

Full of self import,
Rather that of reflection,


Didactic Rebellion


The dido,
To diddle,
On the didactic,

Unconscious tutors,
Spilling instructions,
Like farmers slopping hog's,

And we,
The incarcerated,
The penned,

Force fed,
Their edicts,
Their decrees,

Why should their judgment,
Rule over me?

Aye, I will listen,
I will heed,
That which is uttered in forethought,

Wisdom,
Love,
And respect,

The new wave,
Zippy craze,
Well that's just not for me,

Full of self import,
Rather that of reflection,
Turns my stomach,
And creates rejection,

Speaking just to hear themselves,
Their words,
Fanning the flames,
Of sulfur stoked egos,

Evil,
That they think that,
Theirs is the only way,

For mine is just a tiny piece,
of all of this,
Millions,
Billions,
Strong,
Speak out!

Break the Didactic chains that Bind,
Only those that chafe your being,
That bind the you,
That choke the be.

Escape!
And let loose,
The free soul in you!
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Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 21:54

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"Break the Didactic chains that Bind,
Only those that chafe your being,
That bind the you,
That choke the be.

Escape!
And let loose,
The free soul in you! "

A truly passionate poem!
(Curious coincidence: I happened to hear Pink Floyd's Another Brick in The Wall, just a couple of hours before reading this...)
2007-03-02