Education or Profit?

 


They stand at boards with chalk-stained hands,

Selling stories, not truths, to obedient bands.


Parents pay, expecting minds to grow,

But all they get are myths in a hollow show.


A few truths slipped through, tucked in the fray,

But never fully taught, never shown the scientific way.


Science skipped, logic ignored,

Imagination crushed, curiosity floored.


They profit from the system, a well-worn game,

Teaching obedience, not knowledge by name.


How can they guide when they’ve never learned?

How can they inspire when the pages never burned?


Coins spent on illusions, a childhood betrayed,

But I broke free, and real science stayed.


Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo


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