The Pride of the Hogwarts Houses

Slytherins, they conquer,
Gryffindors roar,
Hufflepuff, be joyous,
Ravenclaws soar.


The Fatal Dogma

Of course,
Children should be seen and not heard,
The seven words,
The Fatal Dogma,
That rules our society,
And robs the children,
Of their only defense-
Their voices.
Without their voices,
The children die silent, and bitter, and angry,
An undeserved demise.
We lose the promise,
That kept us alive,
To the self-hate,
That the Fatal Dogma bestowed,
The seven words, the Fatal Dogma,
The Bete Noir,
To all those who belive in the future of our children,
And the hope for our world.
The hard-won victories,
Of any child, of overt defense to this rule,
Crumble to ashes,
The glorious phoenix has no chance,
And not a prayer,
Of a birth after death.
By the Fatal Dogma.
The hoped for demise,
Of such a dogmatic fool,
Starts with the embracing of the truth,
The value of our children,
And their one defense.
When stripped of defense, the children become victims,
Of their own silence.
With these seven words, the Fatal Dogma,
The adults run free, single-handedly, inadvertently,
Slash the hearts and now futile wishes,
Of a child whose silence was not welcome.
When a child is a victim,
Silence the deadliest blow,
Society is a victim, it own Dogma the one culprit,
And society-and the world-
Pay the evil price of this Dogma,
And most crushing of all, is the omnipresent truth,
When children are the resilient but downtrodden victims,
When the children pay the bitterly high price,
As it is the adults who commit,
The Hideous Crime.


When you stand now broken,
As you are, as we remain,
dreams and fears alike are slain,
Here we collected their many shards,
Walk the Path of Life again.