Today, my 11-year-old daughter and I heard two NPR stories about “institutions”. The first was about the Papal Conclave and the second about the Russian Bolshoi Ballet which began by saying: “And there’s plenty of intrigue at an institution many Russians consider sacred …”
My daughter is a budding poet and we often discuss new vocabulary words and ideas. After those two stories we discussed what the word “institution” meant. Our long, dark conversation inspired me to write this A-B-C/A-B-C poem. I am entering it for Poets United for the prompt – “What would you cure?” I wish I could cure the deceptive power of institutions over the human psyche and that they indeed would go up in smoke.
Comment Suggestion: Change one line in this poem to show me something you feel — remember, honor the rhyme!