Yells to make the students sit on marked seats,
Shrieks to put out the offensive items,
Tired and timid distributes answer sheets.
Yet again yelps to fill the personal entries,
Keeps a hawks eye on peeping and chirping toms.
Seated elbows kissing neighbours' elbows,
Toilets crooked as book banks and consultation chambers;
Rarely offered a cup of tea and a bun by intimidating boss,
In the end again struggle to collect the answer sheets.
Learners are designed by free and liberal education,
Live and enjoy rights and friendly edification,
Have the gift of RTE and Code-of-No-Detention.
But you are one not yet dead, but cannot grieve;
Dangle by a hair's breadth, to the gasp of a lung,
Nothing you speak, of the agony, which you hang;
Only perched like a pigeon beyond the horizon,
Stand you there, stand you there, never, never;
Tell the nation no rights can made good learner.
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