Abate me
It’s This system I’m stuck in
inescapable, impossible to win.
Sitting for hours, blood pooling in the brain,
Make my senses go numb, but leaves me the shame
Of which they have none- But require you to feel,
Red ink on the page Humiliation unreal
When they tell you, you haven’t met the Expectations they've created,
Based not on the individual, but the population they've abated
It’s not about learning, it’s about Ed-u-ca-ti-on!
For our ultimate goal is bring Prosperity To a Nation
It’s this system, on which every body hinges
And thus impossible to destroy, yet our natural rights it infringes
Don’t believe it’s a choice, attendance in this process is mandatory
Rooted in socialization, give it up- relinquish all glory
Your florescent hallways, they weigh, on my eyes, on my doubt
I crave just one window, Let Enlightenment in let me out
Eight hours a day, and expect two hours a night
Your puritan theories define what is right
And what's wrong? For a kid to be living.
But that leaves no time to purge our misgivings
Judgments on judgment, county-state-nation
Leaving nothing for creativity but stagnation, starvation
Pressures halt all chances of expanding, to grow
We would rather learn than just be expected to know-
Memorizing these lines, these words, no significance!
You’re hunkering down, dulling our magnificence!
We’re trying so hard to shine, as kids will, you know?
Instead we’re tested, defined. No individuality survives aglow
This system we're all stuck in, dictates and consumes
It’s hopeless, but without it I’ll lose
This already small voice, no one seems to hear
Echoing in the classroom, Falling as noise on deaf ears.
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