School

 

I'm sick of this school

and its fake morals

full of hypocrites

People living by their materialistic views

I'm done

I go to school every day, and,

all I see is the same.

They say they base their policies on people

not the cacophony

of people begging with money

They say we should run our classrooms

like a democracy and focus on equality

I wonder what would happen if we used garbology in our classrooms

What would we find

What would we see

We would see the dishonesty

the dependency on money

to save us from our lies

and our cries

of inner sadness

we would see the madness

How our school cares more about its status

the empty blackness in our robotic minds

it has created

Its method they never find outdated

our creativity and identity they've deflated and dictated us

Rated us,

Annotated us,

Undomesticated us,

Mutated us,

The school does not relate to us,

Its just and amount of time

Before they miscalculate

and eradicate us.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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