THE FLAWED SYSTEM

I do not study now to learn or know, I study just to pass,to not fail slow. The goal's not wisdom,just a fleeting grade, A number on a screen,a debt I've paid. This classroom is a cage, the clock a guard, My own desire for knowledge,they have charred. The lecturer,a dictator on his throne, Who owns the words we must repeat and own. We are the subjects, hopeless and confined, Trapped in a curriculum that breaks the mind. They do not build us up;they enforce the dread, With threats of carryovers hanging over our head. I memorize the note they force us to swallow, Too hollow for a future I can't follow. This system,built to help us, stands and mocks, As we count down the days,ticking the clocks. They promised us a key, a path to rise, But all I see are walls that block the skies. We are the victims of their grand mistake, Just desperate prisoners,for our own sake. So I will pass this course, I'll play the part, While something breaks inside my mind and heart. A hollow student in a factory's demand, A failed result from a failed command.