Syllabus

What shall our curriculum be today?
Shall it lay trivial or profound,
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,”
Or “John Brown lieth moldering in the ground?”
The whirling orb persists in its spin
Regardless the random note its trajectory
Perhaps we plug our ears from the din
And no solace is found inside the rectory!
Would it be allowable a bold invictus —
Anything to save us from fatal rictus:
March on, take heart, recreate faith,
Recall the nobility of native forest or heath!
We have passed the age of mandated bloodshed;
Time to pick up the horn and hit the woodshed.