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HOOKEY DAY

So you went off to school son and what did you learn?
will it make the world better the next time it turns?
No I didn’t go to school ma, I played hooky today
and I learned that it’s time to throw the books away.

I went to the cities and I walked down the streets,
and talked to the graduates where they work and compete.
I looked at the systems that they have contrived
and it’s hard to believe that we’re still alive.

I heard bankers scheming financial plots
to turn all of the haves into have-nots,
to place the whole world under total control
in endless poverty with no hope of parole.

I heard doctors and lawyers speaking in tongues
to patients uncured as the innocent hung.
Big pharma was addicting whole populations
as wall street convulsed in financial elation.

I saw shadows behind men high in power
as the world grew darker hour by hour.
The light at the end of the tunnel seen
was in the hands of an interrogation team.

My thoughts became knots, all tied up in the hype
that the media weaves through the lines of it’s type.
Life was distorted by camera and crews
porno called art and fiction called news.
 

Did you study your lessons and pass all your tests,   
will you use what you learn to become a success?     
I learned that the minds of those studying there               
are molded by evil for tools of despair.                       

They're captains of industry, the corporate select
who ravage the earth and cause human neglect.  
They measure success by raids and attacks—  
and the depth of the blade in society’s back.

They control the planet and technology
that could energize earth, pollution free,
but they profit more from machinery  
that fouls the air, the earth and the sea. 

Go to their schools and you’re taught to agree  
with the policies of the powers that be. 
To aid and abet them in criminal goals 
of pillage and plunder and global control.

To cast aside all conscience and sense
and leave the future to pay the expense.
To covet and hoard, collect and amass
and consume the earth to the last blade of grass. 

These are the men of letters and worth
of corporations destroying the earth.
Go sit with their scholars and sully your brain 
I’ll pass on the classroom and keep myself sane.
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