Unschool me, please.
I will unschool myself.
Not from what little good I gleaned
From the garbage on that shelf,
But from the real point of it,
Designed by long-dead creatures,
Those foul “captains of industry”
Who took control of teachers
Who must now, to keep a soul-less job,
Convince their tender charges
That they’re unimportant,
Wrong, and must conform;
Obedience, the archest goal,
Honing intellect? Not vital,
Just don’t deviate from norm.
Schools are
Obedient worker factories,
That really teach shopping and scorn.
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