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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