Leashes

Anchored children nailed to plastic seats
Their bodies squirming, aging too quickly
Teeth are gnawing at a hopeful dash of life
Every eye twitching in florescent light
In front, one stands, tall and mighty for command
Frumpy sweaters, stained slacks, a beaten man
They raise their heads, 25 at a time
And salute a flag with a lethargic chime
All day they sit, listen but never hear
Learn but never apply, dream, but its not advised
They carry away, scratching graphite into trees
Taking notes that they will never read
Musing for seconds in-between
The constant stream of worthless lecturing
From day one they’re trained quite viciously
Mouths shut, your chattering is useless bickering
Your "brilliance" is incoherent thinking
Untraditional and belligerent, youthful bitching
They speak all day, but of nothing real
Losing life, favoring collectivism with a certain zeal
They breed mediocrity in the most insidious manner
And laugh as the great starve for something better
They favor the few, obedient and bright
And hold the rest on a leash that’s too tight
Risking the chance of strangling them
A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends