Will the
everlasting
soliloquy of self-interest ever end?
My brain pounds with opinions, ideas
unspoken;
and the horrible confinement
of blue, fake-plastic and shiny steel
boredom chairs.
Why do they always keep us silent
to the incessant drone of their knowledge (?)
While we look ahead at the chalk swept blackboard,
learning lessons of the day,
staring blankly ahead,
waiting for the command
and the hour's end.