The All Too Real Dream
By larry r Linville.

It must have been a dream
I guess I’ll never know.
It began to appear
Like melting of the snow.
There stood a tall schoolhouse
A splendor in its day.
The children studied hard
Then went outside to play.
They were very happy
And they looked very smart
The great joy of learning
Encompassed every heart.

Then the scene seemed to change
Right in front of me
People in black suits
Wearing a white DC
Began to make changes
Each causing more doom
Throwing out good teachers
And crowing every room
With kids who had no books
Or other equipment
For scientific looks.

They threw out paint brushes
And horns and music stands.
Football games at halftimes
Devoid of marching bands.
So with all their savings
They remodeled mansions
Down at the country club
Where the wealthy prances.
And they built a tall wall
So nobody could see
The product they turned out
Defined as poverty.

And they go to their churches
And proudly ask their god
To take care of the kids
Who act so very odd.
This must have been a dream
Although it seemed so real.
This just couldn’t happen
No matter how we feel.
Not a dream – a nightmare
Recurring every day
Which we watch in horror
Not knowing what to say.