Old, Dirty Classroom.

screaming goat. (New and Improved)

The old, dirty classroom.

Eyes bright as day.

I walk down the halls

Children molding like clay.

Happy and gay.

Schoolhouse on the hill

In the grass

The dead lay.

Fought for what?

So we could obey?

No. Get out of the way.

  • Author: Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2021 15:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: I feel like this is the only way I can describe society. You can picture this however you want, however. If you want to, you can also post what this means to you in the comment section. This could help me know what other people think vs. what I think it means.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 22
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  • L. B. Mek

    more power to you!
    Taking ownership of your life
    at such a young age is no easy feat
    most, just go along
    with the maps, their parents drew-up..
    try to find an escape
    refuse that sensation, of
    its you against the world
    it really isn't
    it's just you And the world
    up to you: to curate it
    the way you want..
    (thanks for sharing
    your image matches your words really well)



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