sit around
in squeaky chairs
in desks too small
in a circle
promoting equality
reading the same book
the same lines
at the same time
regurgitated meanings
given by the one
one with the stronger mind
pedigree
just a stronger voice
given credence
by a mighty paper
until you speak out
until you revolt
you have not thought
your words, just borrowed
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