One more poem from the factory known as Aboli

This one is about how we all want justice from the teachers, cos they do all the talking and don't let us say a thing. That hurts me lot, because you know that I am an EXTREMELY talkative person. OK...

GIVE US JUSTICE!

What is the reason we all come to school?

I bet that you think that I'm a fool.

They say that we come here to study and learn,

While all of the teachers come here to earn.

But all day what do we end up doing?

Sleeping while the teachers go on droning.

Or unconsciously taking down notes.

From the boy upon which the whole staff dotes.

In P.E. and games, we sleepily run.

And play basket ball in the scorching sun.

At lunch, we tastelessly gulp down our food.

Cos the seasoning depends on the caterer's mood.

Shouldn't our school be a bit more fun?

Classes should have teachers who crack jokes and puns.

School trips! We don't mind if they're educational.

Or playing games that are both fun and informational.

Why let the teachers talk all day long?

We should get some time too, to sing our own song.

And if we successfully combine work and play,

Everyone will be happy at the end of the day.