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Never has there been,
That next time to be the first...
To discover something new and different.
Going unrehearsed to prepare for it.
And few live,
Without being exposed to education.
Done to come to update,
A replacing of the old not to renovate.
But to leave it behind to age.
Regardless who wishes to remain and stay,
Having it their way...
Even though they may be,
The same people heard to make claims...
Enough progress is not made,
For their children...
In schools being taught to teach,
What it takes to become successful.
As the World and the society,
Rapidly changes in diversity.
And yet,
Truth to teach it to have it learned...
Many living with minds,
Limited and confined.
Continue to object,
To a future they can not accept...
Without their delusions defended.
And left kept protected!

'How can anyone expect,
To advance and enhance their minds...
With this to do done AND then,
What the truth and it's reality...
Censored to avoid,
From their children?
Already exposed to anything they download,
In seconds and minutes?
Over the internet available.
When and wherever,
They, you or anyone chooses to do it!'

That maybe truth.
My children are exceptions!'

You mean the children who today,
Are witness to observe...
Rebelling against everything you say.
To then attempt,
Living your bigoted ways.
As you charade to masquerade,
A pretentiousness...
That has exhausted your common sense?
And consciousness?
How long do you believe,
Your children will not need...
Either mental therapy or drugs,
To escape away...
From you.
And a life you have created to fiction it.'

'How dare you talk to me like that?
Appalling, rude, disgusting and...'

You're right.
I am neither a psychologist,
Policeman, judge, prison guard.
Or warden.
I will say this,
If I had been a teacher?
Or someone with authority?
No child would speak to me disrespectfully.
Lack discipline.
And you came to me,
Defending your B.S. and theirs.
The only right you would have,
Is to shut up and listen!
Something too obvious,
Not on your top ten list to prioritize it!'

'Are you through?'

'With you?

'I don't have to stand here and take that!'

'We all have our options.
Don't we.
I hope you forgive me.
For wasting 'my' time!
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Submitted by lpahtillah on November 06, 2021

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