The Parable of
The Old School Tie and The Young
© Chris Port, 29th June 2012
(with apologies
to Wilfred Owen and The Parable of The Old Man and The Young)
So Gove arose,
enslaved the good, hell-bent,
And bought a liar dinner, and a tie.
And as men unlearnéd, both of them together,
Wilshaw unstressed-scorn joked, and said, Minister,
Behold the new inspections, fire and iron,
But where the cash for this burnt-offering?
So Wilshaw lashed the schools with belts and straps,
and crooks milked academies the profits there,
And chargèd for the books to pay their chums.
When lo! a Lib Dem called Gove out of Gehenna*,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the poor,
Neither two tier them in bins. Behold,
Exams, caught in a racket of cheating;
Stop all the Sham and Lies and profiting.
And bought a liar dinner, and a tie.
And as men unlearnéd, both of them together,
Wilshaw unstressed-scorn joked, and said, Minister,
Behold the new inspections, fire and iron,
But where the cash for this burnt-offering?
So Wilshaw lashed the schools with belts and straps,
and crooks milked academies the profits there,
And chargèd for the books to pay their chums.
When lo! a Lib Dem called Gove out of Gehenna*,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the poor,
Neither two tier them in bins. Behold,
Exams, caught in a racket of cheating;
Stop all the Sham and Lies and profiting.
But the old school
would not so, but slew your son,
And half the seed of Britain, one by one.
And half the seed of Britain, one by one.
(*Gehenna – Yiddish for Hell/Purgatory)
* * * * * * *
The Parable of The Old Man and The Young
by Wilfred Owen
So
Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And
took the fire with him, and a knife.
And
as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac
the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold
the preparations, fire and iron,
But
where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then
Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
and
builded parapets and trenches there,
And
stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When
lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying,
Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither
do anything to him. Behold,
A
ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer
the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But
the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And
half the seed of Europe, one by one.
* * * * * * *
See also:
A whole generation is being wiped out…
https://www.facebook.com/notes/chris-port/a-whole-generation-is-being-wiped-out/463111680385692
Young people are rubbish …
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/jun/27/young-people-are-rubbish
New Year Revolution
http://
And Today We Have Teaching of Drones
http://
Anthem for Doomed Boys
http://
An Idle Teacher Foresees His Death
http://
A Universal Declaration of the Rights of Mice
http://
A Man Should Always Be Of Use
http://
The Third Déjà vu
http://
The Wind Calls My Name
http://
Measuring the Dark...
http://
Vagrant Magritte
http://
Onward, Politicians
http://
Leaves
http://
“Kill A Bureaucrat”
http://
Wintertime (The Coffin Tree Sighs)
http://
Surviving Rothko
http://
Stress Free
http://
* * * * * * *
See also:
A whole generation is being wiped out…
https://www.facebook.com/notes/chris-port/a-whole-generation-is-being-wiped-out/463111680385692
Young people are rubbish …
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/jun/27/young-people-are-rubbish
New Year Revolution
http://
And Today We Have Teaching of Drones
http://
Anthem for Doomed Boys
http://
An Idle Teacher Foresees His Death
http://
A Universal Declaration of the Rights of Mice
http://
A Man Should Always Be Of Use
http://
The Third Déjà vu
http://
The Wind Calls My Name
http://
Measuring the Dark...
http://
Vagrant Magritte
http://
Onward, Politicians
http://
Leaves
http://
“Kill A Bureaucrat”
http://
Wintertime (The Coffin Tree Sighs)
http://
Surviving Rothko
http://
Stress Free
http://
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