There they run, the economic rationalists, a weak untenable paradigm
in a leather briefcase, skulking about, pinstriped and hideous
stalking the academic hallways, all spectral and
desecration intent, hawking the half-baked bread of unleavened ideas
that will never rise; their interest is dough.
In the Vice-Chancellor's plush office, see the silhouette stalkers,
snatching shillings, pinching pennies, mouthing elegiac mistruths
yes, the indebtedness reapers thieving tomorrow's new dawns
embezzling 'the knowledge economy',
and academe all but the golden arches and french fries,
wither, wither the University as critic and conscience, wither ?
The students, voices plangent; we are speaking, no one listening
the roundtablers, they will lipsynch the lies to their children
rewriting history with banal slogans and the asinine mantras
of "change management"
something immemorable for anyone prizing education
so they chant, chant, chant the mantras to convince themselves
& they will not undermine our values, daily, we will assiduously resist !