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I was sitting blithely on a summer day
When a child of God unleashed a threat.
So to the nth degree... it was lecturing me
And I could see it was quite upset.
I had no desire to offend...
And listened carefully to what it would say.
As it unveiled its plan... to the matter at hand
And listed my many sins like a Vegas buffet.*
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In its garbled mind... I should be quickly confined
Because of white privilege and where I had failed.
The world a far better place... once it made me a space
In some Orwellian government jail.
So I then posed it several questions
Which seemed to tie its brain in knots.
As it became sadder... it grew madder and madder
Losing focus to the words it was taught.

I only advised it to use a little suspicion...
And treat all information as if needing review.
Because believe it or not... it is well that you ought
Where not everything you're taught might be true.
But you must prepare for the usual outrage
As others will have no stomach for what you might say.
When you don't follow the herd... the lines become blurred
And you are no longer a student... but prey.

So to all the young people befogged by obsession
With the life experience of a mediocre bottle of wine.
Do not be concerned... with what little you've learned
As your maturity is just a matter of time.
So build a strong character, clean up your room and
Please pay attention to all points of view.
And on some hallowed night... you may just earn the right
To tell others what they must do.

                            The End

*Vegas Buffet: Cheap and Plentiful.

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