How should our children be instructed?
Forced into boxes, packaged neatly?
Bent and twisted and broken to fit?
Taught with strict precision what to think, how to be?
What a sad state of affairs when the path of learning
Is under construction to be wide enough for one idea only,
When the students’ voices become too weak to be heard
And the teachers never deviate from their appointed litany.
Creativity is stifled, effectively replaced
With conformity that murders the motivation
To think outside of the box in which they were instructed;
How will these little man-made zombies ever lead this nation?
Education? by Karen Ballou 2012©