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My Kid the Drone

When did teachers begin Turning our children into drones? Instead of respect and values They’re teaching griping and moans If there is something you don’t like Simply erase it and throw it away Tear it up, tear it down And burn it all away No more teaching history but Teaching 'em they’ve been oppressed Creating more hate and rage Life’s becoming a big ole mess Instead of racism going away The fire has only been fueled Creating more discourse and pain Making us all look like the fools And then you bring in gender Gone is a girl or a boy Asking 'em what sex they want to be When all they want is their toy And then there is core math Which I just don’t understand Making math much harder It's time we make a stand It’s all about the government And the story they want told Molding our kids to fit their story And giving them all the control. 2/9/2022

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Date: 2/10/2022 10:56:00 AM
Americans today have very little regard for social resposibility; the seem to see life as me against the world rather than united we stand . . . . .
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