OH education, you done well,
you taught hurt, black holes,
and a broken laugh called blood,
do you see your dead children,
or, your mom and dad, can you
smell the stink of the moment,
and does it make you feel like
a GOD,
OH education, this ride is a long
one, you put blood on yours doors,
then blame it on the world, then
clean up the wast with your fu..cking
guns or side arms, and bombs, their
every where, to prove it, look at your
streets, theirs shit every where, bodies
that throw of a stink, this stink comes
from your very own GOD,
whats that in your hand, a book, a book,
a book, of how to kill your very own peaple.

DAVID GERARDINO

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