Learners Folly


Amidst this eternal learned battle,
Where talent and skills do bleed
Entrenched in attitude, herded like cattle,
Confusion reigns in this their need.

Vociferous verbal blasts, scorched landscape
No virtue for my skills understood,
Oh to fly my distant escape
No solace here, this my mood.

Thunderous ignorance of this I teach
Ricocheting words, deafness abound,
Art from souls beyond their reach
No resonance interred, on this battleground.

Paul Gallagher 2008