All hands on deck All systems a go One system fails The Forgotten Youth
Children no longer in rows Facing a clock Responding to bells To be programmed for factories
Children in table groups With a table mate Seen as some sort of number To be programmed for cells?
Maybe no. Maybe so.
School leaders who damage And have no control Teachers frozen like stone And just want to go home
The smoke from poverty’s cycle Clouds future vision Chaos consumes the mind Of The Forgotten Youth Left far behind
This was written as I try to process what I’m observing in education. There has certainly been a shift in education from 1996 until now. I don’t comprehend what I’m experiencing. But, the end result can be seen in the following 2 statements that I heard 2 children younger than 8 years old make:
A vivid image I see
when I close my eyes.
A wild imagination
that allows desires to live freely.
I see us in a strong embrace,
as we let time suspend until forever.
The warmth of your body
electrifies my soul.
A simple touch
ignites feelings unknown to the mind.
Voice as smooth as silk,
it carries me beyond the clouds,
and makes me believe I’ve reached the gates of Heaven.
Eyes as beautiful as the sun,
they draw me closer to you.
And then I awake.
I still feel this surreal reality from deep within,
and the memories engrained will forever linger on.