in school
we were taught
to say but not to follow
the golden rule

we learned
clear speech and calculations
invented histories
concise writing and
we yearned

for connection
between textbooks
our lives in boxes
but always looking
outward, forward, ahead

the land
sea, air, forests
dying slowly or quickly
taking a stand

for justice
for meaning in a life
once started
should be lived
with care

we studied not
the golden rule
but the laws of supply
and demand
of grasp and take

the land
sea, air, forests
dying slowly or quickly
taking a stand

in school
we were taught
to say but not to follow
the golden rule

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