This school was made for you

This school was made for you

Whispers ring like thick steel drums
Windowed people smile and hum
Boxed up in a silver cage
The blinged-up schoolboys chant in rage
In their eyes lie petty vices
Monotony''s served at lunch in slices
Moral nihilism reigns
Even during playground games
The kids slag off the pervy staff
Behind their backs the teachers laugh
Scoffing at the low-life teens
The scavs and chavs and social scenes
No learning here just desperation
This is really education.

Reviews

[Sinn]

Wonderful work! This is only the second poem i've read from you, but I love your writing style, and this poem is an accurate description of the way many of us feel at school. Like we're being talked about and like we're not learning anything, almost like we learn more valuable lessons on the streets/ in social situations with peers, etc. And I also really loved that you used some UK slang, it makes it that much more personalized to you, but it also gives it a unique little touch that intrigues readers. Fantastic!

[barleygirl]

What a powerful, vivid, original way to describe the difference between formal classroom learning & the education that happens out on the playground or in the social experience of going to school. This is an important distinction about the kinds of things we learn in school. Even tho you use some idioms that are a bit unfamiliar to me (an old person), I was able to understand what you meant & everything you are saying. The idioms enrich this message, seemingly furthering the distinction between the kids in the know and those who are clueless.

[Kat Mandu]

Thanks :) I always felt very patronised at school and I hated it. I wrote this in my first year at college after escaping compulsory education so I guess it was just reflection of the past coming out.