While my brothers’ roar and hunt, I stay quiet and eat my bamboo. Unable to choose between black and white, I carry both heraldries with pride. I am alone most of the time and not many of mine exist in these times. Being so alone, does hit my mood. I roll and move slow, love is a sideshow as I live from day to day in a boxed cage. I do not care about the future and live in the here and now and I feel like a relic of better times. I am a Human, but I am a Panda in a world of monsters.
I was once the king of kings, a god for many and I was feared and loved and a face on every penny. But now I lay in dust, my tales written on paper, but answered by cold minds filled with boredom and silence. Mortal I still was and mortal we all are and as such our actions are nothing but the empty words of monotone historians and teachers. Our actions are a footnote of a too expensive book in an online store, in the mist of thousands of books untouched and unread. As such I wonder was it worth to be the king of all kings, a god of many? Maybe it was for my own achievement, but for the people you are only another line in a history book to be learned for the upcoming test.
John was born, and the parents smiled at his rosy flesh. “Face so young, free of worries,” the father whispered, “you will learn more than I ever did and you will be freer than we ever could be.”
John went to school to be chained by duties and rules. He learned that grades are the gates to a better future. As such he listened to the doctrinal words of the teacher and the lies in the books. How can written facts be wrong? The rosy freshness has long gone.
John had a job, and he was chained to his desk. The monotone glimmer, the shimmer of electronics, in the corner of his eyes hidden behind the piles of work, towering on the right and left of his sight. The boss enters and smiles.
“Freedom lies in money and money is earned with hard work,” putting more documents on top of already older documents. “A new PC will arrive soon so that more work can be asked of you”, said the snake tongue. The skin has turned pale and grey and became not better after every passing day.
John lies now dead in his grave. Freedom he has finally reached. Peace he can at last embrace. No work, no laws, no worries when the dead rest their eyes and minds. A soft smile on the lips as his soul unchained travels to a better world.
School how you have fulfilled my life with joy!
How I miss the times, I carried my dictionaries on my small broken back
How I loved to return home with pages of homework to test my brain
How I loved to the, see the black and white instead of the colors outside.
How I refused to see the newest shows on tv how dare they disturb my joy?
How I love the marks, I got for my hard work!
How teachers and professors loved my understanding of the world!
How they shared the same culture I was born, always up to par with the world.
How I was exposed to the justified stress and pressure to perform better.
How I loved the drama back at home,
How I slept well during the week,
How I feared for my future,
How I miss you, school!
How I praise your well doing to my life
How I am missing you
How I hope you will burn!
In the bright light of wisdom,
How I hope children and students will love your touch of love!
How I praise you my beloved past!
How sad I am I will never see you again.