Clue Poem by Amanda Eckols
Clue
It's strange how we glorify our teachers
Place them high on petasols
till they are so far up
we cannot make out their faces
Lords above us we elect to rule
we except their logic without question
instead of asking how
we refuse to ask a question
when we might be forced to learn
so we choose to follow without a clue
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