By Vanya Parolia
Somewhere in the world, there are kids being inspired,
To change the world or heal it—whatever their heart desired.
And somewhere in the world, a student took their life, tired,
Because they were starved of the support their dreams required.
Don’t promise your kids a hopeful and bright future;
You know that their dream job was taken over by a computer.
Now don’t regret not telling them the truth sooner—
I’ve heard you can still make them a doctor or an engineer.
Because that’s what half of our country’s population thinks anyway:
Drop all your dreams, pick the path most chosen, and call it a day.
Be ever-afraid to venture on the road less travelled;
Don’t bother to progress anywhere else—the truth won’t unravel.
So when your kids finally turn the right age, send them off to coaching.
Tell them to do their best; tell them that again when they are choking.
Don’t give opportunities to the ones who really wanted that job—
Herd mentality is humankind’s gift. Don’t we love being in the mob?
Wait until the damage is done and it’s far too late.
Mix up the arts and the sciences until those once bright-eyed children are lost to fate.
Those potential doctors and engineers never got that chance,
And those performing artists will never again get the choice to sing and dance.
Now what do you have to say to the suicide reports?
Go tweet on the media, call every ongoing case a waste of time for the courts.
Because until you keep calling our education system a failure, we continue to fail—
We invented this system ourselves; no one’s coming to our bail.