Reflections of Wybourn School
Building so bleak, so cold and grey.
Try as we may to stay away.
Compulsory attendance was forced upon.
By rulers so draconian.
Corporal punishment the order of the day
In reward for obedience, such a cliché.
Such dogma alone the cause to rebel
No incentive at all to make one excel
The slash of the cane the sting of the slipper
The smile on the face of the one who delivers
Illiterate our destiny from point of birth
Our mark not to make upon this earth
I reflect on life that may have been
And of the great difference I may have seen
Had we not been meek and so poor
A scholar of poetry of that I’m sure.
But back down to earth, I am what I am
And to fight ignorance as best I can
The austerity of life so cold and cruel
With innocence of youth we let them rule.
But one day we know our turn will come
And make a vow, our seed not to succumb
Parental nature, being to learn from our past
And give them knowledge, knowledge to last.
And so we go to our maker, blessed in thought
Our children are safe, in the way that we taught
No longer the stigma we have to conceal
That, we take to our grave, and never to reveal.
Copyright © 2007 Mick Coyle