It is all about the mark

It is all about the mark

By Jason Hu

At 7:00 am, the alarm clock rings,

Groggily, I hear the birds sing,

Their song of enchanted love,

And so, another day begins.

Shower, breakfast, run for the bus,

Getting to school is always a fuss,

Trying to get a grade that’s above

The last one that made my mom cuss,

Which is not a great way to love.

What’s the reason to attend school,

With its myriad of silly rules,

When we can learn anything online,

With results that are just fine.

Is it a school,

Or is it a prison?

We are basically locked up

And forced to believe

School is where government

Tells us what and how to think,

But do as I say, not as I do,

Teaches us not to believe what we are told.

At the assembly we hear a man talk,

About how we should do something

Or we shouldn’t do another thing

Which makes us want to try it.

We are told we have to agree

Because if we don’t,

We lose marks,

Marks! Marks! Marks!

We nod and agree,

It’s so bad to a bully

Or what we are told to do

That particular week

But do we agree?

Well, many do not,

But we have to,

Because we’ll lose marks

Count the days until we are gone

To a better place

Where eager learners

                                                     Can control their own thoughts and lives