Blight

With unfocused pupils the teacher thinks,
ignoring all the ruckus made by smug,
designer label wearing nits, who drug
themselves on candy from their friendly shrinks,
remembering a day when knowledge seemed
to be a magic secret; little hands
would shoot into the air when distant lands
were shared, enlightened faces brightly beamed.
But uncut diamonds turned to dullish jade
as truth became self centered; edicts passed
which brought the standard to the under classed
and graduates can barely make the grade.

You can’t rebuff an apple that’s been spurned,
perhaps the hardest lesson ever learned.