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JAILHOOD
THE CHILDRAIN APPARATUS
heroic children walking in the shoes of their parents, on the traces left by their grandparents guided by the light of their forefathers,
nurtured by gods,
gods, gods.
the high dreams have low slopes and most of the children fall below their dreams too soon, too fast, too conscious. Sad...
repetition is the mother of learning. Then who's the father?
abandon Earth, reach for
the stars, live on Mars,
inspire,
expire,
give up hope!
children should learn how
to unlearn all they were
taught by the learned
ones.
chained to home,
conditioned to desire
a home, determined to
bring inside a home
all the wealth
of this world.
a million pixels,
a million little eyes that
stare back at you each second
for the rest of your minute-like
butterfly life.
those marked with the scarlet letter of shame continue their education in the cold coal mines of their teachers' minds.
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