Freedom is Slavery
Just my reflection on the school system in Australia and how it replicates the workhouse and factory system of the Victorian era. Sirens, uniforms, rows of desks, 'wardens'.
Just my reflection on the school system in Australia and how it replicates the workhouse and factory system of the Victorian era. Sirens, uniforms, rows of desks, 'wardens'.
A taut string from a bowIs all that you need.A straight, sharp arrowWill finish the deed.Pin down your ambitionAnd kill it.See how it bleeds.
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