This culture, this society,
they claim to be the salvation.
The Saviors of imagination, the Defenders of the different.
This is a disproportion.
Creativity may be abundant,
but in education it is bereft.
They focus on plastic ideals:
Classics are stripped of bone and sinew,
their contents concealed into bare, boring flesh.
Writing itself is murdered,
poisoned by prompts and thesis statements.
All that made it beautiful,
scattered to the winds,
marred into a generic format.