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Poem: Old School

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Old School

Same scratchings made on the chalkboard each day,
Thousand paths open, but only one way
Teachers will school you and give you a dare,
Follow your heart and you’ll sure have a scare.

The rich major medicine, the richer in business,
Surviving on the streets, you’ll be asking what is this,
A world with no change, except those made from money
It’s no longer enough to have a heart made of honey.

These same scratchings on the chalkboard each day,
Forcing your mind and guiding your way
Only makes rebels, fighters who say
Give up, give out. Let today be our day.

—Daniel Blaustein-Rejto (age 16)

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