No Child…left Behind

It's a racing term; it means that he started poor.
"He pulls a far-back." I never liked the man before.
The harebrained crowd accepts his wisdom now,
In addition to his many a harebrained vow:
To give everyone medicine entirely for free,
Whose taxes rise without connection to the same decree.
We, who struggled with the dead-weight on our tails,
And called out piteously to those who heard no wails,
Know all too well the bite of shame's strict rod,
The ladder built for fish to climb their way to God.
No more will children sweat before the mental whip;
No more all minds are bound to one "Titanic" ship;
No more the brain must fit the cookie-cutter or be cut;
What will we do, where will we go, now guided by no rigid rut?

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