Send your children back to school.
This is our compulsory, ironclad rule.
If this you fail to do,
We'll promptly take those fools from you.
You don't have a harvest so you don't need a hand
Send us all your idle children from across this washed-up land.
Persimmons are ripe
Time to preserve for the winter--
But you won't do that
Because we serve you dinner.
You're so dependent that when you want to eat,
You scuttle over to the store to buy our meat.
Chicken comes in plastic, not a feather around
Carrots are bite-sized, not a hint of the ground.
Your fools don't know where their food comes from
Because they're too busy in school learning how to be dumb.
Science doctored up that breakfast cereal with GMOs and all
Slurp it down you fools and then hit the mall.
Use that credit card that you love and adore
Get buried in debt and then spend some more.
Still in school, that's the rule
We'll teach them what they need to know
Like Halloween tales and useless information
Never teaching the reasons for the Protestant Reformation.
They'll go through life, not knowing the past
They'll only believe lies to the very last.
Never knowing the truth even if it hits them in the face
Because they have no interest in the Bible we've erased.
Our tv, books, and radio override the senses
And weaken a person's natural defenses.
As we call to the flesh from the cradle to the grave
Multitudes imitate the whoremongers travelling the airwaves.
Go get that abortion and keep your mouth shut
The school counsellor will "help" you--you miserable mutt.
Still in school, that's the rule
Sitting at a desk, writing on a slate
In real life, our students must never participate.
A twenty year-old man fills out a check with a pencil
Another fine example of a public school imbecile.
Near the end of the month, we'll take a break
Candies, cookies, ice cream, and cake.
Physical education and afterschool clubs
Can't hold back the call of addictive fast-food grubs.
Big and fat (you call them obese)
They gobble down gallons of sugar, salt, and grease.
Attention Deficit Disorder--could it be the tv?
Combined with a lack of training from a Mommy absentee?
Does Mommy make you mind or does she leave you on your own?
Does she really think you'll act normal when you are finally grown?
Medicine to the unruly or they cannot come to school
Dope them up, send them here so they can obey our attendance rule.
No hot beds to prepare, nothing to build
We keep them in school and out of the field.
It's cold outside, the icicles glisten
In a nice warm building students sit there and listen
As we stuff their heads with protocols for the new world order
That has snaked its way into America's border.
Parents hold beliefs and traditions that we hate and abhor
So we deconstruct them in the classroom behind the closed door.
Few chores to do, lives full of electronics
And now we don't even teach them phonics.
They can't read well and they can't write,
To the powers that be, this is a delight.
Impulsive and unstable, their minds are confounded
In the Humanities, not the Bible, they must be grounded.
Tossed about as waves of the sea, they suffer and fornicate in the land of the free.
You don't have seeds and you won't sow
Keep your child at home? The answer is no.
The birds are singing, they've returned for the season
They know their place but your fools lack reason--
They learn a multitude of facts but can't put them all together
They shrug their shoulders and are glad for warmer weather.
Their lives are like circuses filled with strange acts
Nothing to do so there is pressure on their backs.
"Where will I go today? Who will I see?
As I get ready, I'll watch the tv."
Some kids turn to suicide, others to drugs or self-mutilation
Death groans from the souls trapped in a pleasure-loving nation.
Mama's too tired and papa doesn't care
Let the tv raise them as they sit there and stare.
The images and messages lodge between their two ears
They'll host those spirits for the rest of their years.
April showers bring you no flowers
Because you have no farming powers.
Sitting in school with nothing to learn
In hopes of a degree one day to earn
Our finest students are those who best
Parrot back the information we put on the test.
"My child made the honor roll," you say with glee
You wouldn't say that if you saw what I see.
He achieves in a system designed to fail
An empty-headed proselyte who believes the stories we tell.
The students are still here, still sitting in schools
Steadily becoming even bigger fools.
Developing the useless man takes patience you see
It's best to start working before he turns three.
Fill up those years in which he learns so fast
With foolishness galore, cartoons, and trash
Then shuffle him off to school an intellectual bane
To extinguish the intellect and further stunt the brain.
We finally let the herds of "kids" go home--
(after a quarter of the month is already gone.)
Yes, summer is here and the kids get a break
Courtesy of your Big Brother, the State.
July, July, no children outside
They are in the home where the internet they roam
And watching tv
Where we want them to be.
We examine the experiments of the behaviorists you see
Who condition rats and monkeys that want to be free
Then we turn the results on unsuspecting man
Programming him for his entire lifespan.
Both pain and pleasure are used to achieve our goals
We've known this trick from the days of old
But now we use science and technology to perfect our old ways
Ah...truly these are the good old days.
Nobody can stop us now, no one knows who we are.
If you told them our name they'd think you'd gone too far.
Our agents in black work twenty-four seven
Promising the glories of their kind of heaven
Meanwhile subjugating the unwitting of all stations
Who drink of the cup of the mistress of nations.
It's August already and there are flowers in the clover
We'll start school again before the month is over.
The circus will continue, deconstruction goes on
Each fool in a seat is an unwitting pawn
As the powers that be reach their objectives
A howling population releases invectives
Against an enemy unseen, in the shadows, unknown
Who they'll never correctly identify even when their fools are grown.
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