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The term 'collective' is now dead.
Murdered by the socially elite
School bullies on a power trip.
A system where we're all put in our place.
The rebellion has been overthrown
By the bureaucrats and thugs
Decked out in their uniform;
Change or face exclusion.
Stand now before the jury
The right hair, the right clothes,
The right records, the right friends,
Your worth judged on 'who you know'.
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