When I was young

Momma told me to study hard

I come from a world where many don’t go to school

The way they act,

The way they think,

And the way they treat things

Are careless.

I never knew so.

 

When I am older,

Momma tells me to be educated

‘Isn’t being educated and studying the same?’

She never answers.

 

Into the real world,

The dark side of the moon shown:

I painfully look at these poor families

Get robbed

While these young thieves buy drugs and get high

The people cry as if they have nothing left

I beg for where morality has gone

Has it been as cheap before?

No one answers.

 

I walk down the street,

An old lady is slowly approaching the other side.

A bus crashes on her when it’s supposed to stop.

Under the law, no one obeys.

Under God, no one respects.

I ask where the laws have gone

Going, the bus continues to go.

 

I recognize

These people all go to school

They all do Geometry

They all learn the same Literature Books

What is the difference between us?

They are scholars,

But no educated man.

There moral values are sold for devils

As cheap as a dime, or less.

The world exists somehow with evilness.

Until now, I may not know how.

 

I would like to change,

I want to change education

I would like to change,

I want to change their attitudes

I would like to change,

I want to change their minds

I would like to change,

I want to change their thoughts

I would like to change,

I want to change their actions.

 

Momma says it’s never too late to learn

Momma says it’s never too late to come back

I want this to stop

I may not wish for an intelligent world

I must wish for a moral world.

How would I change this world?

I may lessen an hour of Geometry

I can even lessen half an hour of Trigonometry

I, instead, read a book about morality.

I, instead, look around.

And I, instead, spread education.