my street is a little schoolhouse
With waxed floors and desks in straight rows;
It has shelves full of the best books money can buy-
Why they’re never read…who knows!
children in that little schoolhouse
Wear shiny shoes and the trendiest of clothes,
But in the hours they’re forced to sit straight in those desks
Their intelligence rarely grows.
in the corners of their papers
Lies smileys exclaiming, “Great Job!”
Their feelings are much too delicate and precious
For them to be told they write like a slob.
what is much more important
Is to ensure that the kids always feel good,
So out went the phonics and vigorous tests,
Out went the chalkboards and desks made of wood.
updated to smart boards and tablets,
Bought gadgets and gizmos galore,
Better tools equal a better education, right?
To the wind with budget, they need more!
the changes in its curriculum,
It no longer recognizes God.
Humanism is the religion preached in this school,
But don’t worry, it’s a lovely façade.
live in a progressive society
That progresses daily towards doom.
I can tell you where the progressing happens the most-
It’s in that polished and modern schoolroom.