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Poetry of the Punks

Discussion in 'D.I.Y. - Creative section' started by AnCommoRebello, Sep 26, 2014.

  1. AnCommoRebello

    AnCommoRebelloNew Member New Member




    Sep 26, 2014
    So, this is a poem that I penned while at the prison that is our modern school system, and I'd like to hear your thoughts!

    This isn't education, it’s the indoctrination of obedience and submission
    This isn't school, this is prison, our domestic Dachau
    We can’t think, for our minds have been taken for room for their trash
    We’ll never speak, for our tongues are at the will of our masters
    Our eyes shall stare and glare at what they see fit
    We are not fit for choice, nor to own any dreams sought
    Divided in rows, any shriek or cry will but fade,
    Fade, and wither from presence when set to the wall
    And the hellhole in which we've all wasted,
    For many years and hours, all to no avail,
    But to only prep us for their reality, their machines, their wars, their hate, their system.

  2. punkmar77

    punkmar77Experienced Member Staff Member Uploader Admin Team Experienced member




    Nov 13, 2009
     United States
  3. nodogs_nomasters

    nodogs_nomastersExperienced Member Experienced member




    Jul 15, 2014
     United States
    Nice! Reminds me of my own days in high school. Hope you get out of their grimy hands very soon.