The Decimation of Education 

Where have all the Teachers gone ?-

Where did learning go?

The day you shut  the libraries

Was the day the curtains closed?

You now spread the confusion:

 Are masters of illusion?

The schools are now shivering in fear

some might not even be here next year

The corridors are quiet and the children have all gone home.

There are no lockers left to lean on because  you've cut us to the bone.

The Head Teachers have marched on Westminster in an attempt to stop the rot.

The children have lost their free meals, -what a nasty lot

Fracking the education system at the end of our street,

Cracks on the playground appear beneath their feet. 

We start to fall down them,  and some teachers leave,

Minds in turmoil: together their toxic tongues deceive.

You speak to us  but the voice creates fear.  

You don't really listen but our message  it is clear,

Your stats don't add up and your record is always stuck.

We have run out of funding  and now run out of luck!

you have sucked all the blood from creation,

The artists have all gone. 

Children of this nation-

You were never wrong. 

The figures and data are the scourge of it all,

Your cuts are hovering like vultures….…

So please catch us when we fall.

With limited resources, you try to squeeze us by the waist 

As the fog moves in it leaves a nasty taste.

So let the teachers do the teaching, 

 Be inclusive with your heart.

You should have already  done this- 

And done it at the start.

Academy Trusts testing the tested, 

Surely, the money could be better invested!

The wounds on the whiteboards spread the disease

The leaders are misleading; I'm down on my knees.

From Cornwall to Cumbria the assembly lies frozen and cold-

Bring back the Arts let us be brazen and bold!

They are piling on the pressure because their calculus failed 

Another train leaves the station with another one  derailed.

A curriculum confusion and another box tick for the clones-

They are tightening the rope with far too many loans.

You are without compassion; the Austerity confounds me.

The time has come to say never never not in my name 

so stop  all the cuts in education it isn’t a very nice game 

the children aren't playing but you still pull the plug

if the hole gets any deeper it will be the hole that you dug.

The poetry class has now ended and all the paper has gone,

All the writers have left town, cos someone got it all wrong.

As the clock ticks, I'm cooking up ideas to try to help out;

The music lessons have stopped and all the protesters shout !

First I'll take all the sharp scissors before it can get any worse. 

Just say to all the ministers ,why don't you listen to my verse?

There’s one thing you can do  at your peril , that’s to mess with class four;

Because if you do, there will certainly be a class war.

The play is not finished until the budget bites down,

So help all the children on your side of town.

Make them think twice cos it’s their future not ours,

 To make them sit up and listen in those ivory towers!

 This is my timetable and I'm beginning this now,

So respect all the teachers please take a bow .

This is such a scandal,so was Alice Cooper right?

This is going to be hard so lets put up a fight! 

You call them “little extras," thats an insult to us all .

Next time there is  a vote surely you will fall.

We are not happy, so this message I'm going to send-

Stop this Decimation and protest until the end!

Daren Peary