Higher Education (a poem)

Inspired by the Sean Hannity interview with Ward Churchill

 

We send our kids to college,

To get an education;

We send them there for knowledge,

Not to learn to hate their nation.

The billions that we pay,

These high priced institutions,

Should pay to teach our kids a way,

To seek life's best solutions.

 

But Sixties losers from the Left,

Have seized the ivory towers,

So now our kids must sit bereft,

Absorbing agitprop for hours.

Hearing not the words of Winnie,

A true Churchill of distinction,

But some phony Indian ninnie,

Who prophesies their extinction.

 

And while your kid can't get in Yale,

Can't make the grade or cut,

They admit a turbaned, Taliban male,

A terrorist from a hut.

So now he learns at our expense,

And no woman dare sit near,

How to worm his way past our defense,

Undermine all we hold dear.

 

What fools they are who claim to be,

The brightest in our nation;

Not even smart as you and me,

Despite their lofty station.

No common sense do they possess,

Or they'd teach our kids what's right;

Their Marxist minds a muddled mess,

They're fools won't see the light.

 

Someday our warriors will return seeking higher institutions,

Should not surprise those so unwise, they may face retributions.

 

Russ Vaughn is the Poet Laureate of The American Thinker

Inspired by the Sean Hannity interview with Ward Churchill

 

We send our kids to college,

To get an education;

We send them there for knowledge,

Not to learn to hate their nation.

The billions that we pay,

These high priced institutions,

Should pay to teach our kids a way,

To seek life's best solutions.

 

But Sixties losers from the Left,

Have seized the ivory towers,

So now our kids must sit bereft,

Absorbing agitprop for hours.

Hearing not the words of Winnie,

A true Churchill of distinction,

But some phony Indian ninnie,

Who prophesies their extinction.

 

And while your kid can't get in Yale,

Can't make the grade or cut,

They admit a turbaned, Taliban male,

A terrorist from a hut.

So now he learns at our expense,

And no woman dare sit near,

How to worm his way past our defense,

Undermine all we hold dear.

 

What fools they are who claim to be,

The brightest in our nation;

Not even smart as you and me,

Despite their lofty station.

No common sense do they possess,

Or they'd teach our kids what's right;

Their Marxist minds a muddled mess,

They're fools won't see the light.

 

Someday our warriors will return seeking higher institutions,

Should not surprise those so unwise, they may face retributions.

 

Russ Vaughn is the Poet Laureate of The American Thinker