Exams

Here it comes again, the dreadful hand
Of fate behold, the system molds.
This quarterly exercise, this madness
Takes hold, my mind behold.
My body battered, my soul whimpered
My procrastination rewarded
To the angst of my foes.

This is the time where students go mad
The frantic shuffling of pages,
The ceaseless clatter of the keyboard
This is the time where silence holds sway.
In the cherubim halls of the learned

This is where the best are defined
Where the weak are identified
And arbitrarily rooted
This is the time where society is made
The best become the best.
The weak the scum of our age

This is where the doors of the ivory tower open
Where the learned are inducted, the weak indicted

This is where I stand aloof, and show my disdain for this fucked up system.
This is where I conform and adhere to the road which many took before me.
This is where I am the student, who studies his ass off, just to be what is demanded of me.