Teachers & Preachers

We listen to the teachers,

We listen to them talk.

They sound to us like preachers.

We kiss the ground on which they walk.

We follow all their bindings,

Changing our daily lives.

We discard all our findings

Just to dwell in man made hives.

We run around and follow orders,

Forbidding us from having fun.

We cannot cross the mental borders,

And drop the given gun.

We listen to the teachers,

We listen to them talk.

Are they really preachers,

Or should we turn around and walk?