Inside a cell three-walled in fears
kept separated from their peers
A throwback to the Dickens years
the pride and joy of Wackford Squeers
Victorian values raw in tooth
So Tories, damn you - ban the booth!
No room to move or stretch your arm
like chickens in a factory farm
But silence does not equal calm
the school forgets: first, do no harm
It's mental torment, cruel, uncouth
Amend the law and ban the booth!
But what's a school supposed to do
with nasty, feral children who
won't do the things they're ordered to?
Perhaps support them? Help them through?
But that costs money, that's the truth
So fund the schools and ban the booth!
Written in support of the Ban The Booths campaign.