It’s a ruby, it’s a diamond,
It’s the brightest thing in the island.
Or should I say it’s more than this,
Chased by students to find their bliss.
It’s a prize, it’s a reward,
It’s the most harmonious chord.
When the students find all of it,
They have a reason not to quit.
But it’s a knife, it’s a threat,
It’s a sign that makes them regret.
Thunderous voices accuse annoy,
When the minus taint and destroy.
It’s man-made, it’s self-imposed,
To have the students’ joy disposed.
For it they endlessly chase,
Yet what do they find expect hollow praises?
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