And Rhee Shall Have No Dominion
And Rhee shall have no dominion.
Educated naked they shall be one
With the test in the wind and the trailer room;
When desks are picked clean and the clean desks gone,
They shall have books at elbow and foot;
Though they teach gladly they shall be fully trained,
Though charter schools scream, they shall teach again;
Though reformers be lost, teachers' passions shall not;
And Rhee shall have no dominion.
And Rhee shall have no dominion.
Under TFA's cadaver, rotting and free,
She, lying oft, shall die speedily;
Twisting on racks when her lies give way,
Strapped to a truth, yet she shall not take;
Students in her hands shall snap in two,
And the truths of her own scandals run her through;
Split all ends up the true teachers shan’t crack;
And Rhee shall have no dominion.
And Rhee shall have no dominion.
No more may failed children cry at her ears
Or promises break loud on failed policy;
Where played, a student may play not, no more;
Nor take a test to a holden-backed score,
Though reformers be mad and send students to jail,
Heads of the teachers to hammer through nails;
Break every child till the system breaks down,
And Rhee shall have no dominion.
My sincere and heartfelt apologies to Dylan Thomas.
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Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't.
The function of posterity is to look after itself.
Thanks very much, Occulus, for raging against the homogenization of the young.
I was born one year to the day before Dylan Thomas died. I sometimes think that every drink he took during that year flowed into my blood.
