Down
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!
The
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.
Nevertheless,
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.
No,
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.
They
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!
Concerning
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.
We
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.
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