Our hope lies beyond the broken walls of theories
Our noble Innovations are dagger drawn with industries
The reflection of the past weeps for the present
Faulty education is now the base of lucrative mechandise
How gold are mine from ignorance of many
Now we stand in between the future and today
Singing our still old song
Listening careful to hear everyone sing along
From the studio of our heart cry
To the lofty corridors of power
The sound do not pierces the heartless
Our desire spans from the present decay
We believe and live in the future our stay
Nay! We stand and understand the past
It wounds have expose our talented nature
We have gotten the password to the future
though refining charred some of us
Still we came out as gold to the world
Deep down the reservoir of our nature
The slap on our left cheek brought smile on the right
We stood and still stand the sad tidings with courage
But to the unborn generation what shall their story say
Shall it sing the song of freedom
Shall it say we are truly students
or shall it be another harvest of corruption
A reaping of what they've sown
Now we reminded of this in any decision
Generation will harvest what we have sown
If by any means we attain to lofty height
We must all return in small and great
To build walls of our education Our cry must be heard from this present poetry to the success story of the generation to come.
