The Lies of My Childhood Classroom

From the first desk to the final hall,

Teachers preached shadows, spirits, and all.

Equations twisted, atoms ignored,

Logic drowned in myths they adored.

Chalkboards glowed with ancient tales,

While science sank like forgotten sails.

Special days for gods and holy cheer,

While curiosity cowered in fear.

I sat, I nodded, I paid my due,

Coins spent on stories, not knowledge true.

But now I’ve broken their enchanted chains,

Real science flows, electric in my veins.

No more prayers in my lab, no gods in my code,

Only facts, experiments, the true road.

Happiness blooms in clarity’s light,

School’s wasted years now fuel my might.

Feeding fairy tales while science rotted away,

They taught illusions, I learned the truth anyway.

Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo

The Psychologist