"Hey!
Spirited
youths out there,
You
may think that you're ready,
But
I'll sharpen your blunted edges,
And
add depth to your philosophy!
I'll
leave you ready to read,
To
stand up for your centers.
You'll
build cogent opinions,
Fuelling
challenges and fights."
"Ready
to bore,
That's
more like it,
Be
pedantic and obscure,
Force
our heads into sandpits.
If we listen to your thinking,
We'll
get tangled in confusion!
Paying
heed to your thoughts'll
Lead
to social exclusion
.
Synchronised and compromised,
By
messages of absorption,
Blah,
blah, blah-de-blah,
Tired
old education.
Okay,
so we're young,
But,
give us credit for our minds,
If
you didn't treat us all like children,
You'd
be surprised what you'd find.
We'll
listen to any new ideas,
Thoughts
or information,
But
give us choice, not moral mandates,
Then
we'll form our own opinions.
You
so called "grown ups" groaning now,
Think
you've got all the answers,
But
look at the mess you've made of today
And
stop claiming to be masters.
It's
a tired old chorus,
But
you know that it's true,
It's
time to transfer the tug o'war rope
And
for us to take up the strain for you.
Maybe
we'll co-operate,
But
there's no need to do battle,
You've
bequeathed us loads of issues,
Don't
block the means to wield our metal."
"It's
true that you're the future,
But
I'm no relic from the past.
Many
idealists have preceded you,
And,
hopefully, you won't be the last
I
speak with voices of experience,
Not
from me, but drawn from many, just like you,
They
learned to listen to the people,
Turning
their thoughts to projects new.
Discovering
value in sharing,
Drawing
on collective strife,
They've
built firmer foundations,
Adding
value... touching life.
Listen
well to their messages
They'll
help you to empower
To
build equality in
your programmes
Then
it'll truly be your hour"
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