Children are permitted to be taught lessons.
To grow to become successful,
With each progressive step.
Who then decides when the experience of it should end?
And where did the adults go...
To remove anything learned,
From minds they felt
In need of complete vacancy!
To leave the responsibility of accountability...
Placed upon the shoulders of teachers.
Who are accused of not being qualified...
By those who expose a lack of brain activity.
This is frightening.
Nothing heightens,
An expanded consciousness.
That broadens the experience,
One shares with another to leave.
Even zombies have been seen,
Performing...
In choreographed routines to thrill!
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i can't say i follow this too well, but i believe i got enough of it to think that you feel the socialization and education of children is often in shaky hands. or too few hands. what can mere humans do?