I am a scholar of the nation.
As a scholar of the nation, I am encouraged to use the opportunity of a cheap education for my own future and the future of the nation itself, though education itself is already a business.
And as scholars come and go the hope of obtaining true education itself has become next to impossible. The ever-fading glory of a university can only be retained by its ever-vigilant residents; but even that is already fading as well.
Mismanagement, corruption, pollution, poverty, insignificance, oppression; will they teach us more?
Mismanagement caused great financial losses to the university itself; millions of funds were spent renovating and beautifying the outer image of the campus itself as the scholars experience sub-standard equipments and lack of facilities.
Corruption has rippled from high above the ranks and have turned into tidal waves of budget cuts upon the most important budget allotment; education. And now, the burden of education is gradually making its way onto the pockets of those who have been stolen from.
Pollution is a sign of neglect; neglect for caring about the planet and watching it die right before the very eyes of the next generation. This neglect also pertains to all of those who have the power, but cannot sway the minds of many to make a statement that those who have the higher voice can call to.
Poverty was once before the eyes of the scholars, a long slum area once seemed to be a screen of reality to those scholars; teaching them lessons of life that they can only experience if they have not chosen the path to an educated life. A reminder of consequences kept scholars head-strong and made them wiser.
Insignificance was rubbed onto our faces and told us to bend down, and stay down. Are our voices inaudible? Are our existences unfelt? Hardly a question for those who see us but do not sense us.
Oppression is now slowly eating away our morale. The ever-youthful scholars are forcefully made into adults, adults who’d rather go with the flow and avoid defiance. Idealism and idealists are being gunned-down and buried with secrecy; may it be deep into the forests, the bottom of a river, or a cement-filled drum. Defiance results in the loss of one’s life.
Shall they teach us more? Shall they awaken a sleeping rage that has been boiling for ages?
I guess not, for they have been sneaking under our very noses.
Corroding and taking away our voice and our freedom, one foundation at a time.
Until our idealism crumbles so that we, the scholars, can never make another reality.
The key to the future, we hold in our hands…
The question is… can we ever use it?
As a scholar of the nation, I am encouraged to use the opportunity of a cheap education for my own future and the future of the nation itself, though education itself is already a business.
And as scholars come and go the hope of obtaining true education itself has become next to impossible. The ever-fading glory of a university can only be retained by its ever-vigilant residents; but even that is already fading as well.
Mismanagement, corruption, pollution, poverty, insignificance, oppression; will they teach us more?
Mismanagement caused great financial losses to the university itself; millions of funds were spent renovating and beautifying the outer image of the campus itself as the scholars experience sub-standard equipments and lack of facilities.
Corruption has rippled from high above the ranks and have turned into tidal waves of budget cuts upon the most important budget allotment; education. And now, the burden of education is gradually making its way onto the pockets of those who have been stolen from.
Pollution is a sign of neglect; neglect for caring about the planet and watching it die right before the very eyes of the next generation. This neglect also pertains to all of those who have the power, but cannot sway the minds of many to make a statement that those who have the higher voice can call to.
Poverty was once before the eyes of the scholars, a long slum area once seemed to be a screen of reality to those scholars; teaching them lessons of life that they can only experience if they have not chosen the path to an educated life. A reminder of consequences kept scholars head-strong and made them wiser.
Insignificance was rubbed onto our faces and told us to bend down, and stay down. Are our voices inaudible? Are our existences unfelt? Hardly a question for those who see us but do not sense us.
Oppression is now slowly eating away our morale. The ever-youthful scholars are forcefully made into adults, adults who’d rather go with the flow and avoid defiance. Idealism and idealists are being gunned-down and buried with secrecy; may it be deep into the forests, the bottom of a river, or a cement-filled drum. Defiance results in the loss of one’s life.
Shall they teach us more? Shall they awaken a sleeping rage that has been boiling for ages?
I guess not, for they have been sneaking under our very noses.
Corroding and taking away our voice and our freedom, one foundation at a time.
Until our idealism crumbles so that we, the scholars, can never make another reality.
The key to the future, we hold in our hands…
The question is… can we ever use it?
I wanted to be a p.u.p. student before. My relatives went there way back early 70's. they also made history. Now, they are very successful. Im a little bit disappointed how our government ignores the "Educational Thirst!" of us, students. Same reaction: The S.S. method - Sariling Sikap or S.L. - Self Learning. Keep it up brotha! ;p
ReplyDeletehaha...... pupian are always riding on the back of hardships..... and time and time again we succeed.... sometimes barely....
ReplyDeleteactivism is a good thing, but there's always the difficulty of getting parent's permission to go join activists or even join rallies....
me, i'm just a watcher... not a screamer nor a mover.... but this, i can still do....
support from a distance, give warning signs, awaken minds, and increase the boiling agents needed to push feet forward....
i was doubtful for posting this at first (because of all the political killings and whatnot), but i had encouragement from one of my activist friends back at school; never fear to speak up and express your insights.
may this small message become a shout-out to those blinded by fear and doubt.....
may introspection guide us.......
long live t-vaks! ahahaha! lalalav-it! quite absurd how everything that we strived for our future, was tortured by those corrupted officials! so wicked! democracy means equality. so dont be scared to speak up! i think you should finish what is on your plate right now... tc! ~wink ;p jahne!
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