A Predetermined Fate
If everyone started with an empty slate
And unimportant was your father’s pay rate
Then greatness would be achieved by those who are truly great.
But instead we all enter the world in different states
Some of us with silver spoons and plates
And others with nothing so ornate
It’s so hard for so many to create
A better life, coming from circumstances that usually produce hate.
So while we choose to sit and wait
For more children to suffer a predetermined fate
I say let’s move! We’ve got an education system to update!
By Patrick Godfrey
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