It is by one mark I lost,
But not the grade of life.
There might be a tiny cost,
But not a sharp edged knife.
This education system based on marks,
Is the womb, the cradle of envy.
It really lets fly the sparks,
A world of jealous animosity.
Unhealthy competition eating away,
Creating a human heart so hollow.
Brain and heart rotting away,
Making the human mind so shallow.
Why should such cherubic kids,
Have to bear such pressure.
Let them learn about Euclid,
In a way they can treasure.
Let them out of this torrent of crappiness,
Out of this life of duress.
Let there be a deluge of happiness,
Let life be a gentle caress.
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