An Education to Divide

In a lecture, I've grown bored
I watch the clock as it ticks
And then stare at the door
I lean back and blink

Nope not over yet
The professor rambles on
A rambling with a debt
How can I not feel conned?

Such is the oppression of society
Through this system it has crafted
Miserable destinies
Of young men who shall grow old

As they witness many years
Of difficulty, distress
And silent tears
Forever made to feel less

Such is the condition of our society
That has been made to thrive
On the indignity
Of others, of innocent lives