10 August 2005



              In Our Schools

              Some are Special,
              or Express. A few are
              Gifted. The others
              are merely Normal
              (a polite lie).

              All are classifiable,
              like chemical compounds,
              lists of Chinese
              proverbs,
              or lab specimens of
              dead insects -

              preserved, labelled,
              pinned by a cold
              needle
              through the
              unfeeling thorax.
posted by Gilbert at Wednesday, August 10, 2005

8 Comments:

Blogger Amy said...

Scathing poem--pinned through the thorax. I like its unflinching accusation against labeling children.

August 12, 2005  
Blogger Orso Dorato said...

Once again you have stunned me with your poetry.

August 12, 2005  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Aw shucks ... you people are so nice. :)

August 12, 2005  
Anonymous gerald said...

Thank you for expressing what many out there feel but are unable to express just as well.

August 13, 2005  
Blogger Alson Teo said...

Let me express
my thoughts on this poem.

I almost felt the especially
cold needle penetrating
my normal heart.

You are truly a gifted poet. :)

August 14, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Neglects to allude to the fact that people should be allowed to learn at their own pace instead of being subject to the enormous pressure of competing with those more academically inclined.

August 14, 2005  
Blogger DEe said...

love how you say "normal ( a polite lie)" How true. a tragedy.

September 27, 2005  
Blogger Blank Doll said...

you might want to add a segregation between Arts, Science and Humanities in JC as well.

October 08, 2005  

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