Bleating of Nervous Sheep
A week or two without the flock
Make the less independent flighty as fuck
Put me back in the Stable for sheep
Once more listening to lectures in the maddening heat
Who cares about toilets that flush?
If Professors running to ketch bus?
Forget the revolution!
Give me my tertiary education!
Those are the sad bleats
We hear from nervous sheep
“Do not trust the Sheppard’s or dogs”
We know what’s best for us
See the bright building there
It’s the UG Cannery
We go in fresh and come out corned
Sold to the public in labeled tins
Look Honey! This one contains a degree
Let’s take him home with us
Such is the fate of nervous sheep
Comfortable on the conveyor
Ignoring the boiling pots
If all an education is to you
Is a paper degree
Your boat is headed for the falls!
Start the engine before it stalls!
No one ever achieved greatness
Having first lost their spirit
The will to fight for others rights
When you hear the frantic bleats
“Come back to class, sit with me”
Reflect on these words I share with you
A Wolf in sheep's clothing is a fearsome thing
A sheep in sheep’s clothing
Is so much worse
This is your chance
To make a mark
Your generation
Righting wrongs
That defeated mine
Your proving ground
Make it solid make it strong
United you stand
Divided we all fall
Stand strong
Stand proud
#ugrevolution
By Robin Singh
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