the aftermath

an uproar they say.
an uproar among the teachers, it caused.
the Big Monster had to have a chat,
perhaps there was something going on.
perhaps things weren't going well for me?
perhaps I needed to let out my anger,
and misdirected it.
perhaps my problem wasn't really with the school
or the system.
She said.
perhaps, I should be talked to.
counseled.
My opinions were rash they said.
I gloated,
those who matter know what I am talking about
they agree
they nod their heads, and drink to my success.
thank you to all those.
and then there were those maternal comments
'oh dear, but you need guidance'
'it is only for the betterment of society'
after a minute or so he said,
'we are all commodities, we inevitably become products'
'products of society'
'the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be'
so stop questioning
sleep in peace
why do you think so much.
isn't there something else you should be doing?

I wonder,
if this is just a phase,
this resistance to authority.
this search for truth.
I wonder, if and when I will forget to question
how soon will I become one of them
how soon will I let my self be silent.
how soon will they convince me.
how soon will I accept the cookie from the dark side.
I wonder if I will one day give in and
cater my opinions for my teacher,
if one day I will tell my friend to obey, it's easier.
I wonder, if I will remember your serial number
when I make love to you.
I wonder if my children will question them
I wonder if they will remember to question me.

I wonder if I will ever make a difference.
but this isn't about me.
it's about us.
you, even.
what will you do?
what will you tell your grandchildren, about the mark that you have made on this world.
will you have a story to recall, about the time you changed the world, about the time you fought a badly constructed system?

will you sleep in peace?