Dictators

Mick Westwood writes a very topical poem about school uniform and the current controversy in a certain school in Margate 

Dictators

Today, it costs a fortune to educate your child,
To help them plan a way along and not run free and wild.
But tell me this, for I am old and do not understand.
What difference does a ‘uniform’ make in schools across this land?

Some people have no funds to spare, for what these schools ask for,
It’s just a form of punishment to identify the poor,
We didn’t have a ‘uniform’, when I was but a lad,
It seems to me, ‘elitist’, and somehow rather sad.

Some petty – minded person, will issue a ‘dictat’,
And will order other children they must dress like, ‘this and that’,
I know some smart decorum must be observed by all,
But not the ‘Little Hitlers’, who cause a child’s downfall.

What difference education, if socks are just too small,
Or blouse just off the colour, does that matter at all?.
Why cause a child embarrassment, by sending them away?
When they attend for you to educate them on that day.

All you do, is teach a child the sting of ‘snobbery’,
All you do, is breed in them an insecurity,
All you do to mother, is steal from her small purse,
And as for education – You dictators make it worse!

Mick

( Copyright Michael Westwood 2016 )

About the author

Mick Westwood
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I am a 71 year old retired coal miner, who spent 30 years working underground. Having time on my hands, and in order to keep my brain exercised, I decided to try to write poetry and put down on paper some of my life experience, and my hopes, dreams and other thoughts. I also do a little gardening, but I am hopeless at housework. Much to my wife's displeasure.

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