Company you keep determines how
you speak and what you see; a pair
of breasts, tits, jugs or boobs to be
admired decorously. I am a man with
men, I swore the oath of harmony.
With peers I recreate the unique
world of our youth, I fear for nothing,
we are invincible in our view of truth
and justice is a deal we thrashed
out equitably amongst ourselves.
In the classroom I see the brilliance
of new things in a new way, whether
I teach or I play the passive role and
learn all things are bright and clean
and have real meanings attached.
But in a world of vicious dissonance
I am forced to retreat, defeated by
company I do not know, live in an
odious compromise and seek out
cowards with whom to stand alone.
© 14 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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