Education Poem by Gideon Arthur

We teach what we know
Plot what we solve
Prepare to show
Bu the word we refuse to dissolve

Chunk of time in learning
Time they say is money
Gold, a profit in educating
Time must waste to lick honey

Will truth be crowned
As we memorize theories of lies?
Will theories of truth be found
That depicts the father of lies?

Right proportion must be fed
Benefiting us a path to insight
In an overdose we’ll be dead
Fumbling in darkness, rejecting the light

Let’s ripe
In the fruits of education
Let’s bright
In the faculty of knowledge sanctification
Let’s right
In the room of erroneous edification
Sounds of cry
Loss of life in education’s presentation

Must assumptions be real
When the right proportion keeps rotting?
Will we reap hell?
When supernatural to us is nothing?

They say they protect
The microbes, their microscopes can’t see.
They say they healeth
Available symptoms yet have no key

Do we see it on our board of notice
When natural disasters will cease life?
When will we come to conclusion
Whether earth developed life or a gift from the might?

They are prudent men
To teach and to learn
Brain developer
When will we see you’re our helper?
Faith must rule
Knowledge don’t grant us future
Earth will be doomed
Men of faith it’ll be time for our departure.