Funds are flying but none is staying,
Weak masses are crying, the stronger thriving
Its what we see, it's how we've been living
the truth is bitter, We all must hither
Oh i hiss, am pissed, i diss
Bells ring faintly, the clock is ticking,
Schools seem unfriendly,
Flowing with the act of not minding,
A literate we dream to be,
But it seems we are reducing into crumbs,
Frankly speaking is all am saying.
-by Tu9 team.
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