Student’s March

March arrives with silence as its chaperone,

The storm leaves us barely alive, only a little softer than stone,

The looks on our faces seem grim and resigned,

Being slowly eroded by relief as we find---

The light at the end of the tunnel,

The pot of gold at the tip of the rainbow that drips

Of acid rain and bitter poison,

Enveloping like a python---

It's huge.

This deluge that pushes us to subterfuge.

We're consumed by required, recorded deeds,

They demand we be subdued instead of freed,

'Course they'd assume we don't need

Rest and sleep, an occasional feed,

The joy brought by unproductive idleness.

It was idleness that made Newton see

that apple that fell from the tree,

thus discovering gravity!

Suppose-- Just suppose!

Theoretic'ly presume

That if they resume to assume

Won't we soon be consumed

By the fumes of their ignorance,

How our self-worth degrades with mere grades,

How we're deprived by their pride

In the system. It's crazy!

'Cause the Mad Hatter only looked mad

when everyone else was sane,

They say Academics is future,

But what's rotting is our brains,

We're the personification of tired,

Which is why, if you asked me which month I would put to fire,

I'd say Jan, Feb, June through November,

Scorch them all. I don't care! I surrender!

But until then...

We will be Marching 'til it's over.