In halls where echoes of laughter fade,
A shadow looms, a heavy grade,
The clock ticks slow, the minutes crawl,
As dreams are stifled within these walls.
Promises made, yet seldom kept,
Incompetence lingers, while hope is swept,
Forms misplaced, and emails lost,
Each day we bear the mounting cost.
The rules are tangled, a web of red tape,
While students struggle, trying to escape,
A system that falters, a ship without sail,
In the storm of confusion, we all seem to pale.
The bell rings loud, but silence reigns,
As visions of progress dissolve into chains,
We raise our voices, but they fall on deaf ears,
Frustration builds, fueled by our fears.
Oh, to be heard, to feel understood,
To see change blossom, to feel it’s good,
Yet here we stand, in a bureaucratic maze,
Lost in the shuffle, caught in a haze.
But still, we gather, united in plight,
With passion ignited, we’ll continue the fight,
For every misstep, for every delay,
We’ll carve out a path; we’ll find our own way.
So, here’s to the dreamers, the ones who believe,
That change is a journey, and we will achieve,
Through frustration and struggle, we’ll rise, and we’ll stand,
For a brighter tomorrow, we’ll take back our land.