Army of Truth

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Though it was already outdated.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

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