Knowledge Dance

This knowledge has become a lonesome jest,

when to talk about it is perceived as a boast!

my lips bound tight learning’s close to my chest,

this is the lesson I’ve valued the most.

What is this lesson – what was I taught?

My questions replaced with theirs!

Did I attend a school of thought

to be taught things that nobody cares?

They showed me bias until I couldn’t see

the forest for the trees,

they hacked away with objective subjectivity,

my prejudice brought me to my knees.

The Pied Pipers proved there aren’t any answers -

only tunes to questions that make us all dancers.