For an hour of disciplined session
A young mind you rape
And his thoughts you cripple
It’s your rights versus their lives
For the good of the rest
A child’s future you sacrifice
He’s a lineage’s crucial link
It’s a lineage stunted forever
For the good of our society
Each day a few voices you stifle
As you paste those kids to their seats
It’s your hands versus their vocal chords
For centuries these ghaddafis survived
Enjoying an envious status
Ruining generations of this earth
It’s educators who need shed the rhetoric
For a change let the children scream
Make a market place of your workroom
Leave dirt and wrinkles on your neat clothes
Let them learn for a change!
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