Wanderer of Wonders

If you could sing some lullabyes for me during night and day, and then catch me when I need your arms the most; then perhaps I could visit your dreams till like eternity. Just so i can smell your presence, and please say you'd let me to.

Monday, June 26, 2006

The Commercialized Sector

And suddenly…
Thins become so strange
Everything’s new
No longer shall the children of the prolet enjoy the privilege
Bourgeois Idealists emerge from all places
I am saddened, so saddened.

I am caught unguarded by these small parable
The smell of fresh leaves from the big old trees
The silence enticing the tired campus geniuses

Free, Scienctific, Mass-oriented education!
They shall forever shout. But voices were never heard.
Education is a privilege!
This is just what the republic exactly shows.
Never a right!

DAMN THE PRIVILEGED!

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