ABC and math multiplication,
in the morning early at eight to robots we are made.
Knowledge only from second-hand,
jammed and sent out of the door,
an entry for eternity, the time can’t heal those wounds still sore.
The court of educators,
judges and exterminates, relates of the system’s power
that in our heads does glower, that afflicts us and constricts us,
in ghettos restricts us, without joy.
We were always part of the ploy, of seemingly clever people a toy,
our parents, educators, and court officers,
that take away everything from us,
everything we are and everything we have,
the child in us they slave and put into the grave.
Early we learned of pain that kept us on the floor so curled,
early we learned the pain of a cold and brutal world.
The seed of the false leaders,
bonkers, sick and delusional,
when we were small, innocent and juvenile,
childhood already broken,
right to knowledge, scorn unspoken.
To march is what we were sadly raised,
to us was lied, trust was breached and soul in pain,
early on kids were alone.
extradited and expelled,
like within a foreign world,
where no-one holds his former promise,
the disgrace and also shame,
of which escape just barely came,
haunts us like an evil spirit,
the fear that keeps us worried,
and our heart, it simply breaks it.
Squeezed into this world,
No-one asks if this was willed,
if you want what others want,
only do what everyone’s meant,
operating and obeying.
They are killing childrens‘ dreams,
all confined in tiny rooms,
with the right to education.
Superimposed and predisposed,
nobody is that interested,
color checkered, ornamented,
order to adhere to rules,
early pressure for you to fit.
Only someone who conforms and never contradicts the norms,
will feel the warmth and be redeemed,
and with some luck also be cloned.
A dream, a dream,
a childhood dream.
in the midst stands a tree so green.
Life’s loving spirit it embraces,
and doesn’t forget the childrens‘ faces.
A dream, a dream, a childhood dream.