Suppression
No music:
If it's part of you,
It's not allowed.
If you can't hear,
Let it show on your skin.
No shoulders ladies;
Short aren't too short,
But short-shorts are.
Don't you know that by now?
Don't you want to stay still?
Don't hear;
Don't show;
Don't move.
That's cute.
Don't speak!
This isn't social hour.
Stay in your seat.
White board says,
"Do not touch the windows!"
Don't look out;
You'll only be distracted.
Cram your mind into the tiny,
Irrelevant problems on your desk.
Don't look out,
But don't dare close your eyes;
Sleeping is lazy,
But remember,
Don't move.
Poster on the wall:
"Stop Hate Speech Now."
Look at this nice school;
Don't say you hate it.
These are bad students;
How dare they refuse
Our cheapest knowledge?
How dare they
Choose to walk
Their own path?
There's only one drum here.
Stop them!
Let's lock them in this classroom;
Let's call it study hall;
It can be their time-out place.
They're naughty;
Let us take away
All their mind space.
In here,
They will surely regret the choices
They make in our building.
We'll break them down.
Take away the music;
Take away the spirit;
Take away their bodies;
They won't quit;
Make them separate:
Isolation;
Blind their foolish eyes.
Study hall should
Make them good,
Make them do what they should:
Submit.
Super.
God forbid we'd need
A free-thinker
Every great while.
Our resources are running dry.
Good thing they
Can't trust each other.
No collaborations
For this nation.
One generation,
Two...
What did we do?
Copyright © Bridgette Lace | Year Posted 2008
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