Eyes stare begging me to speak with lead
The lights force heads down to their feet
The boredom and lack of laughter seems dead
Yellow paper fades with words of wisdom
Complaints ring out for lack of time
Not lack but mass amounts slowly twirling round a clock
Till a tone rings out freedoms chime
Blue light gives an image that rings fake
A monotone man attempts an order
They laugh at his futile attempt at perfection
As his pen traces round an expecting border
Books open to what we need and yet wont need
The thoughts whisper "We don't understand"
So he attempts again, repeating once more
We feel no loneliness in this barren land
Chalk shows all we need to know
It gives commands with bleak faded green
Conversation is meaningless to such innocence
All they try to speak of things we all have seen
Going about their lives once they leave this marble tomb
Television and radio hide them from the truth
What use are these lessons from a tired old man
If all who hears him is an ignorant youth