changing the wind (and other unrelated things)
There were tears in his eyes
as we shook heads and sighed
at the same witty comments
and the same lies, told by
the same sane-minded guy.
we shared and sustained
sorrowful glances
while making our ways
to the same morning’s classes
with the same old class divides;
this time
depoliticised.
we commented on the weather;
the perfect English metaphor
for everything not going quite right.
said our problems came from the skylines,
not the suit laden pirate and his
signature signing confines.
we named it ‘educational propaganda’,
for kids who propa hate
their teacher’s answers
and want to answer back
just
don’t want to learn how to.
we denied ourselves any courage
with the hope of defying integrity
and got on our knees to please the chief,
then we both agreed that saying goodbye
was easier than stopping the school
becoming academised.