OH education, you done well, <br />you taught hurt, black holes, <br />and a broken laugh called blood, <br />do you see your dead children, <br />or, your mom and dad, can you <br />smell the stink of the moment, <br />and does it make you feel like <br />a GOD, <br />OH education, this ride is a long <br />one, you put blood on yours doors, <br />then blame it on the world, then <br />clean up the wast with your fu..cking <br />guns or side arms, and bombs, their <br />every where, to prove it, look at your <br />streets, theirs shit every where, bodies <br />that throw of a stink, this stink comes <br />from your very own GOD, <br />whats that in your hand, a book, a book, <br />a book, of how to kill your very own peaple.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brokin-laughter/
