The Walking Dead
And I am battered and criticized
My limbs ripped apart —
Torn flesh bleeding from my corpse
bones shattered, splintered,
dripping with blood
And the red flows from me…
needle and pain,
a knife saws lesions into flesh
— and so it goes this education
This education camp,
Reconcentration facility called and hailed
and dubbed a university
Thought to be imposed with innate knowledge
A soul, it is believed although it is not known,
That it is soulless —
devoid of life, crushers of imagination
unable to handle delicately
The presence of truth or mastery;
Its professors which are priests, see through blind eyes.
ever berating,
ever criticizing and critiquing as if it will elicit
Greatness
the only greatness succumbed to is suicide
the deadness of the eyes which plague
the tortured students
Who walk dully, spouting out the same nonsense,
which is put in, molded by morons by force
Who cannot see the genius of their students
or the infinite power, unharassed and bastardized
Within the human brain.
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
