The teachers preach, the fools obey,
They drill and cram the mind away.
And out the school doors, dull and meek,
The broken herd forgets to think.

The dark delights in fear and lies,
In blind, obedient, hollow eyes.
What more is left when, on the block,
Stand twisted souls in lifeless flocks?

To crush The Spirit—final goal,
To strip the fire from the soul.
Then, "happiness" at last they’ll find—
As cattle, penned and reassigned.

Their joy? A leash that’s not so tight,
A master’s hand that whips them light.
And kindness? Merely swapped away
For chains they wear without dismay.