Dear friends, this poem is a reflection of the anguish I am feeling right now. There is so much power-play and corruption going on in a simple straightforward system like the Computerised Selection And School Placement System that places qualified Junior High School students into the Senior High Schools.
AvariceLook deep Into my heart You will find A gash So deep It weeps Blood and pus Search deep Into my soul You will find Pain So raw With the Betrayal of ineptitude Love is gone Fairplay run away Compassion disappeared Empathy flew away All jettisoned When avarice Took a seat In the hearts Of those Who make The rules Sinking low In the plushness Of their greed Yet they twisted These same rules To feed The wantonness In their bellies Their gluttony Never satiating The gods They worship And when They are full The regurgitate The dredges Of the now Mutilated rules And insist That we Abide by them All schools Are schools It is what The child makes Of his environment That counts Poor Child Copyright © Celestine Nudanu (01/11/12) ==============================================================
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