Though try to find a path for me to walk
Impinged by poverty and baseless talk
Of useless skills once taught by teachers past
For education of this scale was last
Curriculums had splintered from the norm
As schools outshone each other to perform
The best for pupils in their comfort zone
Whose skills were raw and served to serve no one
But through this system came a child of rage
Who as a man would turn a different page
Instead of living life under the thumb,
With systematic traits to overcome
He left the nest and sprouted angels wings
And dreamt a future doing wondrous things
In life as he would cross the oceans wide
And if he failed at least he would have tried
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