I could step over this precipice
But is it that, the exclusion, the non involvement
This and that which has kept me sane
With tears in my eyes
I watch your final speech, your detachment
It seems you reach for my release
You use the word progressive
Who could argue with that
And for today at least, no one does
But this is not about you
Or your just and worthy cause
It is about me; should I, could I, take up the gauntlet
What about the idea that the student
Works harder than the master
Without the equality of pay
Or on the day that nothing happens
Either for that son of mine or so so many others
Of his generation, not tomorrow nor thereafter
Or of my own time ahead, without security
Of tenure or pension and anyway
What would that offer
Except the chance to rant and rave
I could step over the precipice
Or, after any and many a second thought
I could stay in the calm of this my lost and forgotten land
