The Curse That Be Education

Of books we consumed

Illuminating our colonised and naive minds

Dull minds enlightened

Enlightened to the plight of our people

A good gift once we thought

But once a good gift now a curse

The Midas Gift of yonder

Our minds restlessly pacing the confines of our heads

Seeking out means to survive

Solutions, bright but none to employ

Entrepreneurial, but none to invest

A mental case of the learned with no release

Withering to naught the minds feed upon themselves

Cursed be the knowledge

The Curse that be Education

Musings of a Broken Soul

Brief Bio

Just a young woman trying to make sense of everything and anything through POEM.


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