Monday, March 6, 2023

American Education System

Pop,

A child falls down

Pop,

There’s no turning back around.

Pop,

The game has become too real,

Pop,

We don’t know how to feel.

Pop,

The cops are waiting outside,

Pop, 

There’s no place now to hide.

Pop,

A mom jumps over the gate,

Pop,

But, oops, mom is too late.

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