Spend literal hours
talking about assessments,
Multi-syllabic bullshit artists
justify careers on teenagers
trying to survive, smogged with
Impossible rigor,' only caring
About questions, comparisons,
Statistics on a page
Not eyes, lives, loss, and
’have you eaten today'
Fret over school improvement,
performance pay Ignore broken homes
kids that aren't okay
Every day ends a little more broken
Inside Dreams of inspiring young souls
Have dried with all the tap-dances
we cried over generations gone awry
Honor is measured in decorum to those that want you dead. Or something like that…
I was waiting
for the day
you would say
no more damsel
the stars are yours.
Justice should be blind… but is often bought.