Preface to the Poem
The following was written during the free time during the work day of a wonderful substitute teacher who has worked with the students I dealt with this school year. She has seen the challenge, which I have termed evil. She was thankful that she did not have to face this test of these students on a daily basis.
I have been thrown to the wolves.
The Reversal of the Tide
By
Francis Renaudin
Downhill Slide,
No more pride,
in accomplishing any task.
Get it done; I just want fun,
No questions will I ask.
Rude and loud, a noisy crowd,
With no determination to succeed,
No desire to process deeper thoughts,
this rapid new-born breed.
Rebellious, arrogant, think they're in control,
will submit to no law but its own,
They're empty and devoid of purpose,
The seeds of failure have been early sown.
What's happened here to display
such a rueful demise,
The nation's hope in its children
Has vanished before our eyes.
Can it be integrity,
Has host its place in virtue,
Has been replaced by pleasing the self,
Assuming it doesn't hurt in any way?
The respect once accourded to the pursuit of truth,
is a concept so far removed
from the thoughts of this generation
they want everything quickly and proved.
And the language - the tool to inspire thorough the ages
Has lost any semblance of grace,
It champions the aspects of darkness,
Moving goodness right out of its place.
Without these qualities, this nation will die,
There will be no spark to ignite,
The bell is tolling for this age of youth,
And the day is turning to night.
The following was written during the free time during the work day of a wonderful substitute teacher who has worked with the students I dealt with this school year. She has seen the challenge, which I have termed evil. She was thankful that she did not have to face this test of these students on a daily basis.
I have been thrown to the wolves.
The Reversal of the Tide
By
Francis Renaudin
Downhill Slide,
No more pride,
in accomplishing any task.
Get it done; I just want fun,
No questions will I ask.
Rude and loud, a noisy crowd,
With no determination to succeed,
No desire to process deeper thoughts,
this rapid new-born breed.
Rebellious, arrogant, think they're in control,
will submit to no law but its own,
They're empty and devoid of purpose,
The seeds of failure have been early sown.
What's happened here to display
such a rueful demise,
The nation's hope in its children
Has vanished before our eyes.
Can it be integrity,
Has host its place in virtue,
Has been replaced by pleasing the self,
Assuming it doesn't hurt in any way?
The respect once accourded to the pursuit of truth,
is a concept so far removed
from the thoughts of this generation
they want everything quickly and proved.
And the language - the tool to inspire thorough the ages
Has lost any semblance of grace,
It champions the aspects of darkness,
Moving goodness right out of its place.
Without these qualities, this nation will die,
There will be no spark to ignite,
The bell is tolling for this age of youth,
And the day is turning to night.
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