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A first poem |
| The Race Is starting closer to birth.. Children running, but not to play Kids practicing hard, to excel But not for love of the sport For Reality and TV And thirty minutes of fame Learning confidence, but too much To become arrogant Studying, not to learn But to come first Every year On and On To leave school and pursue higher education But not in pursuit of knowledge And not for a subject they love But to excel in 0-day placements And in the stream that pays most To leave college and join The best company - with the biggest package And join and leave and join and leave Gaining money, and title, and a house, And all the worldly goods That define success But is this how success Wants to be defined ? Is this the best that we can do ? Aren't there better jobs Than pushing bytes Or providing "consultancy" Fresh out of college ? Is this how research is done ? Is this how new discoveries are made ? Is this how We want to race ? |