Lessons lately learned learn harsh
Train a child up in the way he should go
But what makes for ‘should’ in these our late days?
All, once bound, let go
By stupid hands plying trade
Blind to fortune and feast
Recounting, recanting tales of old
Inching toward the beast
Sons and daughters’ pilfered coffers
If grandfather knew best
Then why the war and rush the shore
Invite the unwelcome guest?
Knowledge traded wisdom lost
Providence promised at highest cost
And now the slave Repentance pave
The road to hell and nose to lathe
So speed the path to fiery bath
No words will surely do
Words here and smudge and queer
The tools of bastards’ skew
New sons and new daughters then
Many generations from now
New myth new lessons new should’s; new man
New books to be unbound