Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
Categories:
secondary school, america, evil, freedom, holocaust,
Form: Lyric
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
Categories:
secondary school, inspirational, nature, peace, pollution,
Form: Free verse
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
Categories:
secondary school, inspirational, nature, peace, pollution,
Form: Free verse
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
Categories:
secondary school, inspirational, nature, peace, pollution,
Form: Free verse
The teachers’ voices were loud and shrill,
but there was just one message,
“everyone sit still!”,
though it was hard on the parquet floor,
in polyester trousers,
bought the week before,
the first year head took to the stage,
like his long black cloak,
he was from another age,
our welcome to school it wasn’t the best,
being told we were failures,
in eleven plus tests,
brought up on praise for autumn verses,
I was shocked to hear,
we’d never be silk purses,
talents and abilities didn’t get a mention,
from the stretched and burnt out staff,
longing for their pension,
all around the system was failing,
I looked out of the window,
to life beyond the railings.
Categories:
secondary school, change, childhood, school,
Form: Rhyme
When I was 12
our family arrived at Croydon.
Everything seemed grander
a real Municipal town
we had record and camera shops
and departmental stores
everything seemed geared for conspicuous expenditure
We seemed not to have beggars in the street
and the greenline buses took us to country lines
My secondary school seemed good
as were our teachers
We had night clubs and gigging places
Like Sinatras and the Cartoon
and Entertainment places
Like the Fairfield Halls and Warehouse
and ample cinemas
We were self reliant
with a beating soul
Categories:
secondary school, age, allegory,
Form: Free verse
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
Categories:
secondary school, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Just like yesterday, a brother man was born
Onto the family of Arabambi in peace; who is really adorn
Secondary school brother like father
Enough a friend that helps you not bother
Please stay save and live well
Happy returns of the day as you age off hell
Congratulations!
Categories:
secondary school, africa, age, appreciation, art,
Form: Acrostic
Each morning as i wake
I remember that it isn't just a day.
Reminisces begin to fall
As I remember it all.
I take a moment to cuddle in bed
And I remember the days when I was just a child,
When I was twelve, and gone to secondary school.
My parents stood by me all the way.
At twenty, I hit the cities to survive
I remember too many to mention,
So I travelled to towns and cities, I roamed.
Living in uncles houses, or friends' balconies.
A cast away, with nobody to go to.
I never made the mistake of youth
To become a thief, drug addicts or such vices.
My life holds value to good friends,
In them I found assistance.
To me a wonder,
How I survived.
I have become a name,
alive
Instead of merely surviving.
Remember then my life experiences, and you too
Never get too big that you forget how you got here.
As humility takes you a long way in life.
Categories:
secondary school, adventure, blessing, child abuse,
Form: Blank verse
Join
Or be conformed
The ideas that fuel our thoughts are like a cinema flick
Carefully crafted by those who hold influence
Strategic
Confining
Education is a production line
Miss a step and one’s left behind
First comes primary, then secondary school
Or rather inspection
Then they are hastily shipped out to sea
Where the menacing waves batter them to their knees
They begin to buckle, blend and amend
Whereas they now need to stand out and be different
After years of being used to conform
They feel like they are being reborn
Those who don’t join end satisfied
Always kept true to who they are
Knowing exactly where to set their bar
And continuously towards that, they stride
Categories:
secondary school, america, beautiful, betrayal, birth,
Form: Free verse
I have an important decision,
That I’m making with precision.
Which secondary school to choose?
On that I cannot loose!
I’ve visited three schools you see.
One definitely wasn’t for me!
I’ve made an important decision,
The school choice was a given.
Then my decision became official
On application my choice was initial.
The decision is out of my hands
Oh I hope they agree with my plans!
Until March I have to wait,
By then I’ll be quite a state!
So I hope that the authorities
Will agree with my priorities.
Oh I hope there’s enough provision
To agree my important decision!
Categories:
secondary school, growing up, how i
Form: Couplet
So Edward Kamanzola was born on the Christmas Day
The year 1943 and this was declared a rare luck;
And fortune was expected to trail his life all the way
To his doubtless toothless longevity of an octogenarian.
And true luck was his mate throughout
For his success no one could doubt.
He joined school at an unusual young age
Where his class he topped to the final year,
Outshining his peers at every examinable stage
Till he moved to the best secondary school in Kenya.
Alliance High School was not every Tom’s cup of tea
But it was to Kamanzola as cheap as a grain of pea.
As you had guessed, our genius went to the University of Nairobi
Where a degree in heart surgery he pursued to the end;
And rewarding our academic stalwart who opposed all anomie,
He became a government adviser on aristocratic cardiovascular details
Whereof he for long helped disentangle top thorny assassination tales.
He feared the honking of motor vehicles,
And loathed the beggary of the hordes on the streets;
So he locked himself in his office with other learned Michaels
Till he came down with a woeful heart attack,
A disease that ended the 60-year trail of luck.
Categories:
secondary school, humor,
Form: Ballad
He whispered sweet folk tales of his days of yore
.........daddy
He signed my name with non erasable ink, in soothing letters
......daddy
He opened links for me to be linked to him when he traveled far, on his business trips
.....daddy
He promised me of places to go, life of a party and happy
of meals that could heal and seal hunger games
...daddy
He filled my wardrobe with minerals to treasure, sensual clothes to wear
How could I not dare
When love was sweeter than honey
When money was bigger than buddies
Sugar daddies waiting, watching
For those naive village girls
Secondary school girls
In the streets of Nairobi
In their big-ticket cars
Honey daddies, telling their tales of lies
Categories:
secondary school, girl, money,
Form: Blank verse
She may walk among
untrodden ways.
But beware,
your trips and slips,
face first slides into reality
Not always your own doing
Is ever present
Always lurking.
Tight rope walking over well
worn paths.
Danger lurks in the familiar.
He who made the lamb made
thee.
The falcon trusts the falconer
And so returns with retracted
claws.
Like we must return the
innocence
We stole from whom
but could not use.
Some do it with a lethal sword
The familiar prefer a kiss
All to exact a balance of power
Be careful for what you wish.
Categories:
secondary school, poets
Form: Free verse
I remember those days at
secondary school
Hopes piled up to a mountain
Girls behaving
Boys repenting
On those days
Girls dreamt
Boys didn't sleep
Everyone frenzied about the
morrow
Waiting for surprises that
began at noon night
While hearts raced
And minds walked
People laughed
And some fought
All for a blessed day
Coming tomorrow
For some, love; for some,
sorrow
Known as Valentine
Categories:
secondary school, youth
Form: Blank verse
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