“No more Teachers” (A Poem)

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com

The joint-project Govt-CIA plan,

aka “Project Teachers Strike Inc”,

Today worked a treat.

It went off without a hitch.

It went like this:

All Teachers On the streets.

Hurricane winds a-brewin’.

Their oversize placards act as sails.

Teachers Lift off en-masse!

Off & Into the Tasman sea!.

Never to be seen again.

AI Robo-Teacher policy engaged!

Well played, I’d have to say.

We’re all better off without ’em.

& we know the Teachbots will kill it.

And so when the winds died down – the dust did settle.

And all through the land,

The citizenry did murmer to each other.

In ‘enwizened’ hushed tones:

Long live the Govt-CIA joint-project

For it rid us of the teachers

They were an insane & greedy lot…

Hazaar to the Teachbots…

For they’re highly likely..

To have actually read a book…

And Sure – they still might one day run amok…

But It’ll still be a damn site cheaper!

“Release Day”. (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

Kids in School want to leave School but can’t,

While teachers think they can’t leave School, so don’t.

They are both in Prison –

The Kids’ Prison is physical,

& the Teachers’ Prison is mental.

Both Prisons are equally real.

Kids & Teachers are both each other’s inmates,

Just marking time till release day comes.

Both parties think of ‘release day’ like this:

A future event that exists only as the proto-thought,

Of a nebulous & uncrystallised far-flung dystopian future.

Both prisoners at heart know they will be released.

But they still somehow don’t quite believe it.

This intrusive thought is the tip of the iceberg – peaking above the surface.

For hidden in the psyche lies a brutal Truth:

Modern life is just a giant ‘prisoner exchange scheme’.

When The Kid & The Teacher are ready,

Their brains will ‘release the files’.

And they will be released.

We the Kids & We the Teachers,

All of us.

And then with our brains at the ready,

& with our knowledge fully intact.

We will finally have come to know serenity.

For how could it be any other way?

For once man has arrived at the final & true destiny,

There is no want to argue.