The Argument for a Homeschool Education in Poetry

I won’t get on my knees.
I won’t beg for my crown.
I won’t die knowing nothing.
I won’t ail in renown.

I am more than a tadpole
In the drench-est of moors.
I won’t follow the footsteps
Of society’s whores.

My blood pumps for no one;
But it pumps for the thing
I cannot learn at school,
But on phoenix’s wing

It is the thought of a world
Away from corruption;
Away from the liars,
The cheaters’ seduction.

Away from the thieves
That reap without toil,
That breathe just to scar you,
Return your life to the soil.

And, while I’ll not succumb
To delusions of greatness
Such delusions of goodness,
I’ll maintain for the ages.