The Charade Of Formal Education
its strange those moments
when I take a break
where homework creeps
and time goes out of window
I sit here stolid, so sad and frail
all wonder in my mind
to when I’ll find the time
to sit and just, Write
Write
Write until my hands go numb
and head is bowed from hurting
I get tired of all this schooling, which
is just a waste of time
they have me sit in classes
a yawn upon my face
for who are they to teach me —
of how to write
how to read
And interpret what I see
for I do see, indeed
— that the old swindle the young
rob them of their youth and energy
poise them over desks till death
and beat them with the work that’s only busy
but never trains their mind.
They talk and lecture
at poor students
harass and berate
barrage their minds
misdirect their thoughts to think of
nothing
then sit them straight to listen
to dribble
that dulls their blades
wears them down
to resent all curiosity
And strive to learn no more
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
