Education
Nails wedged in the board,
Meet your new lord.
Sit in the front,
You'll learn right,
Or else come at night.
The students fade and reappear,
One is pregnant I hear,
Fearful that you will die here.
One is dead,
The other shot them self in the head.
May their memory remain.
School house is safe, right?
Don't let them catch you off guard.
Let the teacher lead you,
Down the hall to be punished on sight,
Because of where you live.
Rebellion isn't a movement,
It's a sign that you'll fail.
Go for what you think right.
You'll have to come back at night.