War of the Schooling World
Careful, now, I daydream softly,
As the clock strikes one by one,
Only a lifetime 'til that saintly bell tolls,
but until then, the prisoners must suffer.
I hear the voice that makes my starry mind pucker,
but I give no logic to my endless wonders
Wondering what makes grown men tick
And how to avenge those hollow threats
that keep me up 'til dawn.
Sorry, bastard, you can't forget
When you threaten said "poor, dumb" child.
I quietly write and passively listen
with an air of "I will be compliant",
but tomorrow knows there's blood in my pupils
To be shed for who but the liar.
The target walks around the stuffy room
like a tyrannical ruler among peasants,
but, I, dear sir, am not part of the medieval time
in this so-called democracy
It's just too bad I fight alone
in this war between you and me.
As you stroll along, you burn my gaze
As you crack the whip, I wrinkle the page
and walk towards the door.
No thankyou, I say, I would not like to participate
in the War of the Schooling World.
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