Cold Steel

I seem to recall reading a post calling for something resembling iambic tetrameter, so here's my offering. Thanks for reading.
Cold steel and steel can never meld
Sans fire and flux to make the weld
In separate states forever smelt
Bereft of heat to make them melt
And in the furnace of the mind
Where thoughts and words transform combined
What heat but passion from the heart
Can catalyse those unbound parts?
What flux save for emotions feel
Can fuse imaginations steel?
What fire but creativity
Can fuel the forge of poetry?
In every mind a world unique
Portrays its own reality
In every heart a soul that seeks
Release from passions ardent heat
And you, sad pedagogue of writ
In ivory tower's heights you sit
The literary bourgeoisie
The wannabe-a-Pharisee
With sanctimonious pedantry
And shallow rationality
You sermonize reality
And repress spontaneity
Where is your heart? Where is desire?
Where is your passion? Where is fire?
How privileged has your life been
That you can't speculate and dream
Your whetted acumen is blind
To know the world within my mind
Your intellect can't comprehend
The depth of my experience
Pursue release from your conceit
Try standing on your own two feet
Throw-off the robes and go without
And learn what real-life's all about
Go live in Haiti on the street
To beg for food and go bare-feet
You'll seek relief in destitution
Abstraction's wisdom in affliction
Your erudition will be free
To ruminate exquisitely
When misery and deprivation
Bring to naught your education
Then spend some time with Unicef
Attend some starving children’s deaths 
And look into their parents eyes
To tell them not to theorize
And when you've learned to wonder why
Compassion's tears have wet your eye
When you know your own contrition
And seek relief in dream and vision
Then go back to that ivory tower
With all your rationale and power
And sprinkle petrol all around
Then strike a match and burn it down.