Prison Of Knowledge Poem by Silence Dogood

School is like a prison.
A prison with no cells.
Trapped within closed doors.
Like a hollow white-lined shell.

The bells ring in silence.
Whisperes echo down the hall.
The yelling dissaprovel.
Makes no sound at all.

The pressure to conform.
To listen and obey.
A building made of brick.
Where boring is okay.

Nothing is as simple.
In a school full of guards.
Where every good idea.
Is locked behind bars.

And when you've done your time.
And slammed your locker doors.
And left the squeaky laughter.
The word will be yours.

To conquer and control.
In rain beaten fields
With knowledge as your power.
And strength as your shield.

You can run into the distance.
With the sun at your back.
Feet pounding pavement.
With a shadow of black.