They come to broken schools from broken homes.They know only fear and intimidation;
Mistaken it for respect and strength.
They fight amongst themselves
Battling for their voice.
Knowing somewhere deep down
That they are the forgotten,
The poor,
The minority,
The lowest rung in our class society.
They're fed sugar, caffeine and logos.
Then expected to focus on content
Increasingly disconnected from their lives.
Drugs are used to placate them.
Soma
Images of "A Brave New World"
A factory with its bells, whistles and clocks.
Training workers,
Not thinkers
Students push against the walls,
Fight the only way they know
Pleading for help.
