About Modern Education Poem by Joseph Anderson

I send my daughter to a school
Where praying is against the rule.
To say the pledge and mention God
Invokes a path no longer trod.

She speaks of things that happen there,
Of green and purple tinted hair,
Of piercing noses, tongues and cheeks;
Reminds me of a bunch of freaks.

They rap, they sass, they even swear
And dress to show their underwear;
Whatever heinous things they do
Is guarded by A.C.L.U.

The Bible's out, but weapons in
And condoms add to teenage sin.
There's chaos midst their daily fights-
We need a parents Bill of Rights.

They have a pregnant Senior Queen,
An unwed father fills the scene.
I ask, though I'm no longer cool,
Is this the way to run a school?

It's frightful Lord, I must confess,
To dwell upon this sorry mess;
To you, this fervent plea I make,
If she is shot, her soul please take.