We’re born with fire that lights our eyes,
A hunger deep that questions why.
But step in school, and hear that bell—
The silence starts, our wonder fell.

 

They train us young to chase that grade,
To swap delight for stars displayed.
We go for points, not joy or thrill,
And soon our mind learns how to chill.

 

Don’t dull the spark that makes us burn—
Let learning live, let children yearn.
Don’t crush the thrill of why and how—
Make room for wonder here and now.

 

Their mission claims to set us free,

But drills us in conformity.

No time to wander, ask, or play—

Just march the path and tests each day.

 

We start with play, pure, wild, and free,
Then learning’s warped with bribery.
Each star we get, those costs unseen—
Our spark glows dim in that machine.

 

Don’t dull the spark that makes us burn—
Let learning live, let children yearn.
Don’t crush the thrill of why and how—
Make room for wonder here and now.

 

She did it all—the perfect grades,
The honors earned, the rules obeyed.
Yet when I asked what makes her glow,
She stared ahead. She didn’t know.

 

The cost is high, the loss is vast—
Our future dimmed by lessons past.
Until we trust where sparks may lead,
No school can serve a child’s true needs.

 

Don’t dull the spark that makes us burn—
Let learning live, let children yearn.
Don’t crush the thrill of why and how—
Make room for wonder here and now.