Children are
Crammed into school busses
Shoved into neat little hallways.
Holding bulletproof backpacks.
They are
Told to be respectful
While being inferior.
They are quiet
Stationary
Silent.
The teachers value them with letter grades
And paper.
They are told
/You are the future/
While they live in a present
That treats them like nothing.
They are trained for the
Factories
And adults around them are shocked when
They cannot function
Outside a factory.
And when the children mention this
They will be told
/You are lucky.
I had it harder./
While they are shot down in schools.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 12:36 AM UTC
Children are
Crammed into school busses
Shoved into neat little hallways.
Holding bulletproof backpacks.
They are
Told to be respectful
While being inferior.
They are quiet
Stationary
Silent.
The teachers value them with letter grades
And paper.
They are told
/You are the future/
While they live in a present
That treats them like nothing.
They are trained for the
Factories
And adults around them are shocked when
They cannot function
Outside a factory.
And when the children mention this
They will be told
/You are lucky.
I had it harder./
While they are shot down in schools.
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