*a Glare Poem by Deva De Silva

Shoved towards a wisdom
Hailing from a rack full of dust
Preaching from books of rules
Feigned as devinely a must

Group unfit behavior,
Rough play, and their cause
Crushing tender spirits
Even before they root
Caging their thinking
To the ways of their own

Breathing class rules
In scorching dragon fires
Assigning a distinct spot
To park soggy boots
If overlooked,
So help me god!

Molding an average soul
Tamed in a three-piece suit
Who cannot speak his mind,
Curse out loud, or be rude
Taught never to swear
Taunted to smile his glare