Little futures, outside the shop,
recite rude words, whilst nicking pop,
such is the reign, no calm, no truth,
bringing down, a schooled roof,
there’s no history class, to look back,
dispense hypocrisy, what is RAAC?
It’s something cheap, it has to go,
can’t under-pin, this light ratio,
when it comes to pride, it has to last,
there are many things, to be recast,
so, please Maclean, make it right,
Great Britian now, is not so tight,
for some kids, only know the false,
the illusions served, by House assaults,
where minds cry out, for some space,
those buildings, with no pencil case,
though bricks and mortar, is half the fix,
Keegan should have her Weetabix,
to ensure the courses, aren’t so dense,
an overworked kid, makes no sense,
for structures both, concrete and child,
need not be made, pointlessly mild,
for relentless regrouts, and regrets,
prolongs the poison, of neglect.
- Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
- Published: September 4th, 2023 12:04
- Comment from author about the poem: In the UK recently, there has been a crisis in the construction in quite a lot of schools, that are now paying the price, by having to close down, for much needed renovations, as a result of shoddy plans. These plans were put into force in the 1960s and 1950s, and 156 schools across the nation, have been put on the standby list, and sadly, that number could rise. RAAC or (reinforced autoclaved aerated concrete), is a lighter and cheaper alternative to traditional concrete, and was poorly used, perhaps as a result in a lack of funds, to build the training stations of tomorrow's generation. The thought of a ceiling falling down during class, is a horrible one indeed, but alas, could be a reality, if certain things aren't addressed. I also had an obvious thought. The children, outweigh any structural importance. Thus, it's not only about building better schools, it's about maintaining/creating a better sense of child mental health, in the general attending of a place outside of their home. Also, perhaps, a way of doing that, when the schools reopen, is to make the syllabus more relevant, and to cut down on examinations, as children are children, not walking talking memory banks, relentlessly regurgitating facts for grades. I hope that Rachel Maclean (Minister for Housing Planning and Construction), and Gillian Keegan (Minister for Education) can make a team to rectify the above problems. The accompanying banner picture to me, looks like a painted concrete wall, each colour painted by a different child, which to me symbolises the hope in holding on to the privilege of an education. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I really do hope that this very big problem can be sorted out properly, and as always, please do stay everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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