This is not just a good poem, but an awesome take on the educational system and our understanding of dangerous weapons.
This poem reminded me of when I was in Penn Station the other day, I turned a corner and ran into an armed gunman in military clothes… there were two of them actually – flanking the entrance.
When did this happen? I looked around and nobody else seemed to notice. Seriously people? Nobody noticed. We cut budgets for books and easels so we can build the armory!
You know, if you have a frog in a pot of water and slowly turn up the heat, it won’t notice the temperature change and sit peacefully while it is boiled to death.