While a blessed nation
robs itself of ammunition
weapons of the new century
develop science and technology.
My country, what is wrong?
Intellectual barracks built in throng
with flowing segregation drowning our land
encouraging mass arrest of illiteracy in the land.
Instructing aids are deficient
creating a cumbersome armament.
Instructors instruct with desert-like stomachs.
Their accounts and pockets mere earmarks.
What should be for all is now for few
Inflated fees affordable by the rich few
unable to pay, some suffer to death, majority to vices.
Commanders, please, make splices.
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Perfect idea. Beautiful construction. Egalitarian concept. Keep it up!