The Land Of Silence

 The Land Of Silence

Hold your breath as you enter the gate,

Of the building that decides your fate

Twists and turns, a hundred feet tall

It plans your rise and designs your fall

Tests and grades, a whole new world.

Evaluate every boy and girl.

But at a little chatter, they will shout

No words to be spoken, shut your mouth.

For hours on end, you will shut up and hear.

Individualism so last year.

Children who can't understand what all this about,

Keep your trap shut and get out.

Every spark of rebellion

Squashed like ants

Writers and poets

Forced to dance.

Those who can't shine among the rubble,

Thrown away like trash, blamed for trouble.

Those who can't be forced to the mould,

Put them in the office, they don't do what they're told.

Painters and dancers

are to be biologists, study the heart.

Mathematicians and geologists

Have got to do art.

Haven't done homework?

Off to the guillotine.

Laughed in class?

Not to speak, just to be seen.

March pass in uniforms,

Hands behind, not slack.

Hair in cuts or silly braids.

The Land Of Silence is back.