The kids get out of school
And find the evening dew
If they hear the news
And understand the blues
They wonder what’s going on
They march and plod along
There’s no way this is true
And the information is convolute
Ancient wisdom and light
Laced with lost and lied sight
Into paced and scorched frostbite
Is this true
What do we do?
Mom
Please tell us what’s going on
Please tell us the whole truth
You’re not helping us by being coy
Is this about a boy
Or a girl
Who went for a whirl
I don’t know if we’re new
Or
Please fit this shoe
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