I weep for our nation
For her youths on my tender cheek more drops fall
For this great citadel of learning
For the state of her union
Aluta in disparity
Naught, but a mere waste of time, energy and resources.
Intellectual illiterates
Aristocrats craving for betterment
Purposeful in vision
Deformed in its execution
For how long will thou continue to thread on this fruitless path?
With vision so eloquent, that even he that is without sight could hear of its bounty.
Yet thy in ordinacy has thus far prevented her fruits.
Espirit de corps!
Par adventure thou has forgotten
United will stand Divided will fall.
Kcpwesh
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