Free institutions from clutches of religion and politics: A poem

 

Free institutions from clutches of religion and politics: A poem

Brick walls, halls, a name so grand,

Religion's echo in the land.

Or politics, a whispered plea,

Which way to lean, which truth to see?

They draw a line, a bitter split,

Where knowledge dies, and minds are knit

With narrow views, a darkened screen,

That hides the world, and keeps it mean.

The start, the spark, the open mind,

Is choked and bound, left far behind.

Instead of growth, a stunted tree,

Mis-taught and lost, eternally.

Let's build anew, a different way,

Where hearts are open, bright as day.

To see each child, a seed to tend,

And help their curious spirits ascend.

To question why, to think it through,

To build and dream, and make it true.

To know ourselves, our inner grace,

And find our place in time and space.

A learning world, forever bright,

Where life and love ignite the light.

To learn and grow, and understand,

Hand in hand, across the land.