School now lays amongst the ruins

Not of physical presence

In past fragments 

 

School now lays dormant, Idle

a far and distant memory

in an Ancient land

 

School has developed a Humanist Statue of me

I no longer carry the Organic marble 

but a visage considered by some

“Beautiful”

 

School is a broken and forgotten Workshop

a cannon from Aristotle and Plato

long dead; a system failing

 

School is the Modern Family

“Hello, Mister Father…”

“Hello, Miss Mother…”

 

School is love, nevermore

School is life, nevermore

 

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