Killing the Dream In the Age of Silence
It started on his first day of school
I was promptly labelled dunce and fool
For being a lefty guess I wasn't cool
The yardstick across the fingers
Left bruises to the heart that still lingers
Learn to write with your right or you get another zinger
How can a 5 year old stand and fight
With no savior in sight
You just take it til they quench all your light
Yet this was the place where all children go
To get fed knowledge to help them grow
To eventually make it in the world's big show
And so the Parents still sent me day by day
Just a free day care system to keep me away
So in my struggle for survival I learned to fight or play.
I managed to make it those early years
Just to step into high school and face more fears
Where Bullies were plentiful and fights more fierce
Then they gave me a diploma for surviving again
I smiled and walked away and stuffed down the pain
And joined the labor force just to be retrained
12 years of knowledge never served me well
For years that I strived in the workforce hell
Had to deal with abusive bosses as well
I had a dream once when I first did dream
That I was a shooting star in the universal theme
But the dream was a lie that the world had schemed.
So here I am now training another naive soul
Whose dream has landed him in this Godforsaken hole
But first I teach him the truth so his sanity remains whole.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2019
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