Closing doors without a thought, to shut in stale minds
who cannot think for themselves.
Stagnant ideas lie heavily in classrooms with no where
to go and no one to bring them to life.
Extinguishing every bright little star, only slower
children achieve a certain repertoire.
Dreams die in silence as teachers nip them in their prime.
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