Education
American born and raised,
you know education is praised.
Education is like breathing,
engraved since teething.
It comes so quick,
but don't be decieved, its a trick.
You can't see that it is a magic trick,
and you dont get to pick.
With the fire of light in sight,
to graduate you must fight.
Locked with a chian,
they dont help in vain.
"Friends" frantically flee to be free,
but we ask " who are we?"
The school puts you in your place,
but how can I trust them when I am judged for my face.
They say education is the only thing that matters,
but how can it be if there are blood splatters.
Kids are scared everyday,
that someone will come and make their blood spray.
Is this some kind of joke?
Those who see the truth are considered "woke".
The politicians only care about the funds,
not the terriosts around schools with guns.
The judgement, pain and hate,
is this Americas fate?
Kids are dying,
but we are trying.
We scream, we cry, we protest,
America, this can not be our best.
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