Children abandoned. Predators rewarded. This poem doesn’t just expose the education system, it buries it. Innocence is a corpse in the classroom. Read their epitaph.
Children wasted in the educational facility of emptiness. Educators preach to the untouchable. Children untended left to defend from the imaginable. The perverted wait to execute the unspeakable. Children destroyed through single acts of senseless violence. Childhoods erased, reborn to the adulthood of anguish. Innocence vanquished to a forever sea of suffering, Never to re-claim what the malicious have taken in silence. Children weep in torment as their scars forever remain; Bloody intentions embrace their desires: They will search for vengeance against their aggressors, With murderous memories, to reclaim what the wicked acquired. The twisted remain to prey upon our communities Without consequence for their acts of morbid sickness; They prowl, inflicting with transgressions: No reflection for their intentions of wickedness. Magistrates protect the incomprehensible. The innocent, silenced by the legal voice of recklessness. No righteous resurrection from the fatalities of transgressions. Children mourn with murderous abandonment. All the while children cry and die every day!
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The children can’t scream loud enough, we must roar for them