We aren’t slaves forced to go to school
And get employed as civilized servants
With a pension too little to own the passion
To read the nights and right the days ahead.
We need to graduate with good grades
Not as frustrates’ with sticks of cigarettes
Under the hot weather like an angry welder
After praying for years, to have a good leader.
We are forced to learn the past of others
With poor syllabus in the name of education
Forced to fail in turn to face more disgrace
We’re tired of taking classes we can’t practice.
We are here clashing on the pew
With our mates learning while Standing
In the class under stampede
With students left-behind understanding.
Some are growing wild along the way
Their veins stream out pains in chains
My mind is so rich to undo the delays
But our strength lies in wait to prevail.
In dreams we toil to wake with the worst
As our father’s retired from service ending up
With crude tools in the village as farmers
Whose plans are buried in shallow graves.
We need sustainable skills not school slavery
We don’t need to die for our bad leaders
We don’t want to end up like our predecessors
We want to practice the best of our studies.
As I eat the bait to break the hook I remain,The Man With A Different Spirit.