The First Day of School
- By Vital Germaine
- Published 03/12/2008
Vital Germaine
Vital is a multifaceted individual who was born of biracial parents in the former Belgian Congo during a horrific civil war. He was raised in London before moving to Belgium during his late teens where he was introduced to the world of entertainment. Vital soon moved to New York to further his entertainment career. After two years in the Big Apple, he auditioned for Cirque Du Soleil. He performed for over 5 years in Cirque’s productions of Mystère and Quidam. A tragic injury forced him to prematurely end his acrobatic career. He has since become a published artist, a business owner, and an author with his first book on the verge of publication. For more on Vital log onto artofvital.com
ThE firSt dAy of sChoOl
The paths of many
By such events have led
Influence and guidance will be said.
To shape a face
And take its place
On this Innocent strife
Of battlefield life…
We all remember as kids we played
Our minds did wonder
Whilst imagination strayed.
Once upon a half lit moon
Adulthood’s wrath came too soon.
Just for a moment, I pause, I breathe
And I remember
That dreaded first day…
Temporarily abandoned in the face of intimidation
Manipulation, pseudonym orthodox education.
Girls that giggle and boys that bully
The teacher’s pets and petty teachers
Twisted thoughts and Catholic preachers.
We all remember
That dreaded first day…
Let us pray.
For what is right and for what is wrong
Sang the hypocrite priest with a shallow song.
Ding a-ling a-ling, a church- bell ring
Salivating dogs as children sing.
School bell ring… Ding, dong ding
Do you remember
That dreaded first day…
Lines by height, and lists by name
Ask no questions
Just play the game.
You know the rules now run along.
To carpe diem is viewed as wrong.
A final wave, and a save me stare
Kling, klang kong, and boom bang bing
The gates are shut and the doors close in
Your pounding heart does tremble
Like a thirsty flower you now resemble
Do you want to remember
That dreaded first day…
The essence of your mission
Is losing sound, to tunnel vision
Pay attention now, no right to buck
I’m sorry Miss, but what the f~%k
Stop, look, listen, learn
Add a sshhh, now await your turn
Just remember
That dreaded first day…
Battles fought and lessons taught
Who’s to win and who’s to blame
Don’t give a shit, ‘cause I’m not the same.
That dreaded first day…
Some seventy soldiers came home happy
For forty more, pretty crappy.
We’d made a friend or 2, or even three.
Soul, Spirit, Mind set free.
The others,
Scarred for life
Innocent battlefield… life
In memory of
That dreaded first day…
In later life
And déjà vus.
Be it business, dating, sex or play
You’ll always remember
That dreaded first day.
Propaganda
Lies and
Contradictions.
Blindfolds
Masks and
Thought restrictions.
Oxymorons
schemes and
Teen addictions
Abortion
Pills and
Mind afflictions
From pop to art and worlds apart…
Politically correct, but whose to blame.
From black to white, we’re not the shame
We must pay taxes, this is true.
I am me, but who are you?
A war for peace and piece of mind
From dirty bombs to filthy rich
She broke my heart, I hate the bitch
We’ve lost our innocence, this is true.
All for what, and what for whom?
But now I smile with wisdom
And peace is mine
So sweet and gentle
How so divine
And I miss
That dreaded first day
The paths of many
By such events have led
Influence and guidance will be said.
To shape a face
And take its place
On this Innocent strife
Of battlefield life…
We all remember as kids we played
Our minds did wonder
Whilst imagination strayed.
Once upon a half lit moon
Adulthood’s wrath came too soon.
Just for a moment, I pause, I breathe
And I remember
That dreaded first day…
Temporarily abandoned in the face of intimidation
Manipulation, pseudonym orthodox education.
Girls that giggle and boys that bully
The teacher’s pets and petty teachers
Twisted thoughts and Catholic preachers.
We all remember
That dreaded first day…
Let us pray.
For what is right and for what is wrong
Sang the hypocrite priest with a shallow song.
Ding a-ling a-ling, a church- bell ring
Salivating dogs as children sing.
School bell ring… Ding, dong ding
Do you remember
That dreaded first day…
Lines by height, and lists by name
Ask no questions
Just play the game.
You know the rules now run along.
To carpe diem is viewed as wrong.
A final wave, and a save me stare
Kling, klang kong, and boom bang bing
The gates are shut and the doors close in
Your pounding heart does tremble
Like a thirsty flower you now resemble
Do you want to remember
That dreaded first day…
The essence of your mission
Is losing sound, to tunnel vision
Pay attention now, no right to buck
I’m sorry Miss, but what the f~%k
Stop, look, listen, learn
Add a sshhh, now await your turn
Just remember
That dreaded first day…
Battles fought and lessons taught
Who’s to win and who’s to blame
Don’t give a shit, ‘cause I’m not the same.
That dreaded first day…
Some seventy soldiers came home happy
For forty more, pretty crappy.
We’d made a friend or 2, or even three.
Soul, Spirit, Mind set free.
The others,
Scarred for life
Innocent battlefield… life
In memory of
That dreaded first day…
In later life
And déjà vus.
Be it business, dating, sex or play
You’ll always remember
That dreaded first day.
Propaganda
Lies and
Contradictions.
Blindfolds
Masks and
Thought restrictions.
Oxymorons
schemes and
Teen addictions
Abortion
Pills and
Mind afflictions
From pop to art and worlds apart…
Politically correct, but whose to blame.
From black to white, we’re not the shame
We must pay taxes, this is true.
I am me, but who are you?
A war for peace and piece of mind
From dirty bombs to filthy rich
She broke my heart, I hate the bitch
We’ve lost our innocence, this is true.
All for what, and what for whom?
But now I smile with wisdom
And peace is mine
So sweet and gentle
How so divine
And I miss
That dreaded first day
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2 Responses to "The First Day of School" 
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said this on 23 Jul 2009 3:49:31 PM EST
unbelievable is all i can say....
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said this on 20 Nov 2009 12:49:41 AM EST
Hello. At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
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