I heard some drivel
the other day.
It seems that (s) he,
just to impress
let fly that finals
were on the cards.
Though finals do
belong not to the top
but rather the reverse,
the system takes account
of plain maturity
and independent work.
So let us sing the praises
of those who need to hear
the sounds of glory, Hallelujah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem