CURRICULUM

The moment you sit
in a classroom and
look at a rain-tainted
window - grey sky

A smell of boredom fills
the air in this sphere
as you are day-dreamily seated
wondering whether phonology
syntax, lexis
forms any of your daily grammar
Their place is found in essays, written and forgotten

The curriculum has produced
A generation of heads high with pride
You would think they master the map
of the whole world
Only ask them where is the North
To hear they forgot their notes

The rashness of a ninety minutes lesson
where you are bombarded with facts
to remember in nine months
No time for notes, teacher has an agenda

The curriculum is not user-friendly
It is irrespective of individual aptitude
Blocking your way to the skies
Brainwashing you in the snow
Caging your soaring wings