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Oct 2023
The totality of it; lost,
upon the moment we awake-
from the permafrost that is sleep
though this is only one take.

It must be a mistake, opaque
lies commandeered; drowned us
in our beds, downy lips have let
it slip-The truth? I hardly know her.

Moreover, when we castigate
our offspring, the ones we love the most,
we have castrated their minds at best-
at worst, the fires of hate, we've stoked.

So next time that you blame the youth
whose marble towers we've destroyed.
Ponder protractedly the ways
in which this outcome, you would avoid.
I work in a school, and we have absolutely obliterated these poor children's creativity and love for anything other than technology (tho, technology is to blame too, but so is the American school system).
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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   Rob Rutledge and Jme Love
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