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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They called it knowledge— but it came in cages, neatly bound in books with no windows to the sky. We were fed with answers, but starved of questions, trained to remember but never to awaken. They taught us numbers, but never how to count what truly matters. They gave us alphabets, but stripped the poetry from our speech. We learned the names of kings— but not the dignity of sweeping floors. Degrees became our chains, and titles, our silent prisons. They said, "Memorize, conform, compete." But never, "Feel, connect, or create." We mastered equations, yet forgot how to plant seeds. We read about stars, but forgot how to dream. They built minds to serve machines, but not hearts to serve mankind. Education became the altar where imagination was sacrificed to serve the economy, where children were factory-pressed into future clerks of a broken world. They never taught us how to cook with love, how to sit in silence, how to see a flower and be transformed. We learned history—but never healing. We studied wars—but never peace. And still we walk, carrying borrowed truths like rusted armor, never questioning the battlefield we were born into. But the Earth remembers a different schooling: fire forges character, soil teaches patience, water writes wisdom on the bones of stone. We must return— to the education of the heart, where learning means becoming, where wisdom is grown, not bought. Until then, we are merely literate slaves, writing essays on freedom while forgetting how to live it.
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