Flesh and Bone

Oh Flesh and Bone!
A dream made real
You are,
Composed of starlight
And hope, and longing
Turned to actuality.

An awful man

Met an awful man today
With the voice of a teen
And the mind of a maniac.
He has inherited a tutorial
And treats teachers like
So many little tin cans.
His voice an arrow
Thats lights with precision
On the other's flesh
Slicing man like bacon meal.
Said he pompously,
"I do this business for profit"
"This study center is a Mudi Dokan
for me. It's all about the money!"
Won't someone tell him
That Mudiwalas deal in inanimate objects
While good teachers engage themselves
In the nurturing and nourishing of life?
His wife a teacher,
embarrassed and teary eyed,
Silently swallowed her fate.