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The Teacher's Ballad
Contributed by
Franciswolf
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Sunday, 17th December 2006 @ 12:56:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The Teachers Ballad
Dear class, my class
Welcome to your first day
I want to cover some things first so put those textbooks away
If you could give me your attention Id like to begin
With a message that carries from start into fin
You see what they teach here and what is out there
Is way out of boundary it aint even near
But if they knew I told you that Id of turned in my two weeks
Cause the truth isnt sweet, its dead and it reeks
See Ive seen a few things though I dont like to brag
On this curving life driveway running straight into drag
Bout hate and love, communication and pain
Hustling through thunder and walking through rain
There are things you will see thatll turn your soul black
And dead dangers thatll greet you with pleasant attack
Cause out on the streets it isnt bout a college degree
Its bout churning the butter and paying the fee
Ask the poor widow whose hand shakes so true
Just what is it she wants and whats in it for you
And button your jacket, dont catch a cold
While its around your sweet shoulders youll want it to hold
At night youll hear sirens theyll ring and disperse
Youll find death is a desire disguised as a curse
But in time you wont wish it unless youre alone
And no matter how old, youll say youve not grown
So kids, my kids
You might have heard
Or read what is written as fact of the word
But history is written by those who remain
Whove taken men an reduced them for ball and for chain
Theyve taught you their lies for lack of question
Cause they feel youre not all made for inspection
Into what it is that was and what we find now
Whose been burnt to the dust and exactly how
No, theyll keep that hushed up and focus on trivial things
Like pie graphs, road maps, and how a register rings
And any placement you put into what could have been
Will be put to rest never to be brought up again
But thats the way it goes so just clench your fist
And write away creation, cause truths in the wrist
See the colleagues of mine were all given the same
They learned to be docile, demented and tame
They threw away, like you will, what rebel they knew
Once withered great knowledge is now wasted and through
Now students, my students
I know what your thinking
That beat heart is dropping, its falling, its sinking
Well let me tell you, that in time youll find
It will never be steady nor set to some grind
Loves going to get you; you can take that from me
Make you into people you swore never to be
Boys youll find someone who will lower your shield
Till nothing is hidden all virtues revealed
And girls some day someones going to take advantage of you
Youll try to pull away like the fly but find yourself sunken in glue
Glue, youll become accustomed to and youll sit frozen in its slime
And not leave till its hardened and crinkled in time
The devil, my children, is alive and is real
Not in some mystical myth, hes not warped or surreal
Hes all around and youll probably play games by his hand
Till youre a thousand above and wanting to land
And God, though Ive heard His name in context of all
Will be right beside you in that thousand-foot fall
Youll curse Him, deny him, confuse him as fake
Then take him, embrace him, for your own souls sake
And your soul that youve never really had the pleasure to meet
Will find its self in limbo at the back of the line in a seat
Oh class, dear class
Ill have you writing out numbers soon enough
The tests will be hard, the days long and rough
But what it is I wont tell you is that its all up to fate
And it can ram into you or show up ten minutes late
Its about attitude, courage, whats right and whats wrong
What sits right there still and what goes along
Its bout taking the moment, escaping your fear
Diving into dark waters where nothing is clear
Obeying your desires and denying their touch
Throwing away whats needed and keeping wants at a clutch
But enough about that I have a salary to make
And as I said before, Ive got a mask too I am fake
Just wanted to release a warning before they bud in
Before I find my self on that trail again
So thats it my dear class, my message is done
Lets open our books, begin at page one
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2006-12-17 12:56:51]
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Re: The Teacher's Ballad
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by MissPiggy on
Sunday, 17th December 2006 @ 01:04:07 PM AEST
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Really enjoyed reading this!
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