The Kids in Schools

Those mocking calls from the school house’s walls
Were all the fodder that some cannons need to lauder
In all of those perverted, bent, twisted, gold star prose.

The heroes we hark forth with like dogs only bark tiffs
Like leaders of packs feast upon the weak like cats on rats
So only the mass may think for the lumbering, stupid class.

Where’s the headmaster or dean to cheer up the prey and wipe the slate clean?
Sitting in a corner, no doubt, sad about not being published; all prone to pout.
But all is sunny as long as their favorite students’ parents have influence and money.

Sad, that those full of spirit cause the weak to cry yet never hear it
And receive praise for their activity and popularity with the passing school days.
Yet the weekend demons only wake to worsen in the holiday seasons.

Inspired, are we, by the system of unfairness we see?
The answer is no and we answer by our lack of show
Of any want or ware to make that prison hell for our kids fair.