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