when the man who dares to say that two and two make four
is punished with death.” - Albert Camus, “The Plague”
Young Winston, pay attention close.
Are my words loud and clear?
Perhaps I'll shift my boot a bit
so you might better hear.
The question is a simple one,
“How much is two plus two?”
The answer matters not for it's
Free Will we must subdue.
What matters is our protocol,
not your damned answer earned:
was “social justice” any part
of what you think you learned?
Don't, “What about us children?,” cry
and dare co-opt our line:
we've learned much from old drunken ted's
“no child left behind”.
We've got procrustes' fabled bed.
We've got platonic forms.
We'll force fit false realities.
Our whim defines the norms.
We're ruling class idiot spawn,
ivy league hordes untold,
sausages fixing what's not broke,
simply because it's old.
Your World exists to bear our mark;
Your Mind, our point of view.
We've claimed your Parents' Country, Wealth,
and Freedom - and now you.
So, let's return to “two plus two,”
we care not what you say:
the common core is karl marx;
the lesson, to obey.
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