Artificial Intelligence
Education.
Where the mundane become scholars
the lures of escaping
a life once known.
To not be forsaken,
to attain the respect you should be innately entitled;
a promising concept.
Alas,
the school is the vessel.
Where liberty is revoked.
Passion is traded for black and white
text, yet illuminated by technology.
And so, in a world
of bright lights and microchips:
will order supersede ingenuity?
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