MR EXAMINER

I have a very clever mind,

I’m one of the human kind.

Before I sleep, every night,

Books and brochures are on my side.

Efforts are made,

Problems are solved.

And my hard working brain

Is tired of this pain

Pain, cruel pain!

Caused by ungratefulness and disdain.

Why is it that I have to structure my thoughts

According to what they want?

Knowledge acquired through days and years of learning

Is reduced to a nothing hour of examination.

Useless, selfish hour!

That requires you to show: proper behaviour.

I have plenty to say about a book

My skills as a linguist can identify features at one look

Why do you ask me to talk about one specific character?

When the true themes are left to be explored, only by the writer?

You, Mr Examiner

To whom even I could teach the sacrifices of a learner

Why don’t you let my teacher

Tell you how much potential I have?

Circumstances change my way of thinking

If I woke up happily in the early morning,

I would have identified features that portray even Stanley as a wonderful character.

Don’t give me a B

Because I’m not worth it

Why are all our sufferings and hard works

Transformed into meaningless As and Bs?

Stupid march schemes!

Whenever my teacher marks my work,

He always comments: way beyond description in the mark scheme

But when the same work

Done by the same person,

Reaches you, Mr Examiner,

It gets such unexpected and deceiving grade.

‘They are paid by number of paper they mark’ my teacher told me once.

Who will stand for us?

One, you give us so little time to show you all we know

And two, you structure your questions in a way

That makes it so hard, so hard

To explore our deepest knowledge.

Stop cutting trees in forests

Stop exploiting humans’ rights

Stop polluting the air with the thousands of chemicals

You use to produce papers and inks.

You should save a tree, by stopping to send me

Meaningless letters containing weird mark schemes.

I won’t talk about Sociology,

Or History

Because I simply think it stupid

To pretend giving someone the freedom of speech

And come back to arrest them if they say something that tends to shock the bourgeoisie

I honestly think it inhuman

To ask me to describe my favourite moment

And then give me a D because I’ve talked about a holiday

When you expected me to talk about a wedding.

Mr Examiner, I wish we could meet.

I wish you could get the chance to see me

Even for only one minute.

You would have seen in me, what my teachers see

It would have changed the whole thing.