Poem by Bertolt Brecht My young son asks me... My young son - TopicsExpress



          

Poem by Bertolt Brecht My young son asks me... My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics? What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces Of bread are more than ones about all youll end up with. My young son asks me: Must I learn French? What is the use, I feel like saying. This States collapsing. And if you just rub your belly with your hand and Groan, youll be understood with little trouble. My young son asks me: Must I learn history? What is the use, I feel like saying. Learn to stick Your head in the earth, and maybe youll still survive. Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him. Learn your French, learn your history!
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 07:16:05 +0000

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