The Poor Urchins Poem by David McHattie

A word of caution as the alarm bell sounds,
you will hear no absent cheering.
But be aware... some people care
to flaunt social engineering.
The missions clear and their goals are set
to brainwash every child.
Telling them what to drink and what to think...
no urchins running wild.

The schools are controlled by those who know
and they follow it to the letter.
No chips, no pop, no tater tots...
all banned to make them better.
They think they know and are well aware
to be a child's savior.
To quash their evil, seems a tad medieval
to change their bad behavior.

There are cameras there and video
to watch the children move.
The child might flunk if they show some spunk
and the teachers don't approve.
No spanking now or discipline
to put away their fight.
When the child is bad... don't make him sad,
just buy the kid a bike.

Kids need their space, a few dark spots
to call their very own.
To make their mark and find that spark
before the dreams have flown.
So stop your meddling and forget your madness
because I've got a hunch.
You will find... our greatest minds
were raised on Cap'n Crunch.

The End