My School and Its Ethos

Is this the school of metaphysics, The nullifier of ontology? The diluter of pluralism, The supporter of monotony? A description of the virtues, Depends on the physical existing; Objects, people, colours and tastes, Not a divine attributes listing. What you teach in assembly, Influences the life of every school child; A glance, a look, a gesture, a stare, Beckons mental illness beguiled. All beliefs should be acceptable, But humanistic values should centre, For an understanding environment, To cherish the individual’s banter. There’s really not so many ways of life, All can be categorised to make a few, So that each family can be understood, Whether loved, or by the child reacted to. All too often I just so wanted, needed, My headmaster to know the poems in my head, Every night, just so that I could cope with life, So that he would have good orchestrations. It only takes a moment to slyly dismiss, A pupil who’s from atheism’s stance, But a legislation on school assembly, Would give many kids a chance.