With the stroke of a pen
The story has been lost
Or given to silicon
But oh what a cost
From the quill to the pen
If our enemies come knocking
We’ll go back again
And what will become
Of the stories and the poems
Does anyone read anymore
Do we really care about history
Beyond a middle-school misery
What will today’s time capsule contain
No books I suppose
Perhaps a sampling of clothes
Sagging jeans, ball cap, and a thong
Gangsta` Rap might explain what happened
If they find our world lying in ruins
No respect for the least among us
“Hey, Mutha, whaddya you think you doin`”
Whatever happened to reading
Except Grandma reading Grisham by the pool
When you answer
You’ll also learn what happened to writing
And what became of a generation of fools
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
well said, glad i teach early childhood, where little people are just little people
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|I second Bear's comment...I hate sending my children to school some days...okay, most days... I hate what they see and experience in the school settings. Sadly, what I really, really hate is that some of my children from Haiti buy into the whole "you have to talk like this if you are black" business...ARGH! I wish instead, that they would look at the examples of Martin Luther King, Colin Powell, etc...and see that you can still sound intelligent if you are black. But...that is my own comment on society...
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|Hi Frank, what a sad truth you write! Kids graduating without knowing how to use a ruler; haven't read a book in 4 years and don't know the definition of the word "value"; and they think the world owes them?!