As part of school, Mom and Dad decided to have us entering writing contests and then post them here. That way we will *hopefully* be posting more deep and well thought out things than music and funny pictures in the future.
This was my first poem admission to AFHE’s ‘Why I like Homeschool’. It didn’t win, but I have the satisfaction of giving my best. Critiques are welcome.
*WARNING* I’m a homeschooler, a capitalist, a Christian, a stay-at-home daughter, a Calvinist, a reformist, a re-constructionist, and I believe in the Biblical patriarchy. My poem will be tinted as such.
“Dark and organized completely
Covered in a mass of lies.
But still they manage to look neatly
Though the deception glazes their eyes.
Prepared to fight an unseen battle,
Marching out in Hitler style,
Their tools of trade loudly rattle,
Prepared to herd the preoccupied cattle,
as they march the extra mile.
Going to teach the proletariat
What the ones on high want said.
For this was the army Invariant
With the devil leading at their head.
When they have the child’s heart won
Then the parents would they beguile
And then would begin the fun
And they would be stopped by none
As they march the extra mile.
This army was of people just doing their job
Believing that billions of years was the truth,
That complex DNA started out as a blob,
That we were monkeys in our youth.
The bible was fairy tale, contradicting itself,
Christianity was empty, religion; vile.
That if anyone wanted to better himself,
He had better submit to the devil himself,
As they march the extra mile
They would bring up their students
To look to the State.
Not care about truth
Just stack the next crate.
And get on with real life
Just walk in single file
And march with the State fife
And they might grant you a wife
As they march the extra mile.
They would take away reason
For it was overrated.
They could make thought treason,
Though it was already outdated.
For These were the teachers of the generation
Leading the children down to hell
Ushering this young generation
into a brave new world under spell
Of the tyrant red school bell
As they march the extra mile
But I knew who they were
I knew what they would say
they would make truth a blur
And then society would decay
But I was prepared for the fight
For I knew well the church aisle
And God’s word was my delight
And I knew everything would be alright
As I marched the extra mile
I knew their lies well,
their infamous tools of trade,
And I had been taught to dispel
That dull over-used blade.
Taught by the ones seasoned in war
Who were there next to me in the church aisle
Who I will always adore
who taught me darkness to abhor
As they marched the extra mile
My parents were there ready to fight
Strong and confident
That they had done right
And in good deeds they were opulent
They knew how the world would be
in this new lifestyle
And they to this would not agree
Because they looked out for me
as they marched the extra mile
They understood me completely
My strength and weakness
And they felt for me deeply
And knew what it meant to be weakest
And they cared for my future
So they told me to hate the vile
And try to be a producer
And because they were my tutor
I now walk the extra mile
Their words are my guide
Through this mountainous valley
And as I walk in their stride
I miss those years badly
Though the fight rages on
I miss them in the aisle
and though they are now withdrawn
I have been called upon
To march the extra mile
This war is not new to me,
And I shall march with pride,
As I go to join the free
And we shall ride side-by-side.
Our differences we shall cast aside,
The holy word will be our guide,
With confidence in our every stride.
For Light and darkness will collide
Across the whole worldwide
And darkness will be split wide
As we gloriously, victoriously ride
the extra mile
~N