Our voices are overthrown when power speaks.
Our tears are just drops in the ocean, they sink.

They are only moved by money, they work for greed.
We wanted a life, so we sowed a seed.

They wear wickedness like a cloth, they are diseased.
Our dreams and aspiration are deceased.

Yet their album of selfishness is on constant repeat.
Our persistent legs and arms are weak, we accept defeat.

The passion in us sinks.
They mess education up, making it grow sick.

Is this the future our children would receive?
This life filled with seeds of deceit.
They made education a laughing stock and our protest cries, they resist.

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