Someone had a bright idea
To which they said, “Get outta here!”
Why do some seem to still believe
The best is not
what the young need?
Why should they fear the very space
Where education should take place?
In leaders, they find no ally
So to the streets they take their cry
Don’t get it twisted, they mean business
Matters not that they are young
They’ll tolerate, nor contemplate
The barrel of a teacher’s gun
What was the payoff for the choice
To have a condescending voice?
Who pocketed the tainted cash
But didn’t think there’d be backlash?
And why expect consent and peace
Ignoring what they all believe
Then punish them for being bold;
Refusing to do what they’re told
Refusing to be put upon
As paid voices
drone on and on?
This generation isn’t us
We weren’t allowed to make a fuss
We had to be good and polite
And keep our true thoughts out of sight
Just sit in silence, bow and smile;
Force ire and shame to reconcile
Not making waves was one more way
To make sure we would all be safe
By day-- sing, tap dance, shuffle, kneel
By night-- scream how we really feel
The years of words I could not say
Caused my pride for those kids today
The response to a cunning ruse
The answer to a shady deal
A sure way to know how they feel
Go--try to con them if you choose
Ignore them on the evening news
Perhaps, until the right one’s hurt
Demands, the children must assert
These days, the young ones use their minds
They challenge power all the time
Especially when power’s weak
And can’t abide the truth they speak
They can’t be bought; their eyes do see
When elders lack integrity
Think you’ll fool them, if you choose
It’s their respect you’ll surely lose
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