• ojweed 23w


    We were told about our dreams, our passion

    An abstract person, seeming to understand my own thoughts more than I did

    A place to train for the future, admist distractions

    A paradise whose treasures were mine each time I read

    Little did we know, it was all a facade

    Truth watered down so much, it died

    A tray of snakes, painted as a salad

    An ocean of words, tributaries of lies

    Little did we know we are trained to be robots

    Obeying commands from our "wicked" boss

    The lecturers nonchalant, self righteous boasts

    Retarded as donkeys, stubborn like goats

    The truth is we are not being made bread winners

    We learn to impress, bloody crowd pleasers