A Nation Wandering
A nation wandering, lost in its way,
Students with freedom that leads them astray.
Rights in excess, yet wisdom so thin,
Turning tall buildings to ashes within.
Voices of justice now twisted by rage,
Lives taken boldly upon freedom’s stage.
What once was learning now echoes with cries,
Truth fades slowly as order defies.
Parents sit silent, in comfort confined,
Guarding their pride, yet the child left behind.
Glued to their worlds, blind to the call,
Nurturing little while watching the fall.
Teachers stand still, in shock and in pain,
Bound by the rules they cannot restrain.
The rod now forbidden, discipline gone,
Yet chaos and cruelty steadily spawn.
“The child must be spared,” the old saying pleads,
Yet who now attends to the child’s deeper needs?
A phrase from the past in a modern-day fight,
Struggling to balance both freedom and right.
So who bears the blame in this troubling hour?
The teacher constrained, stripped of their power?
Or parents distracted, their duty delayed,
While seeds of tomorrow carelessly fade?
A nation wandering—question remains,
Who will restore what negligence stains?