Boys at the back! 

Stakes forbade in fortune’s own; hours of effort wiping out a chalk-dusted reality.

Bills absent, always never enough to ransom a 9-5 load.

Boys at the back,

relentlessly reckless; the syllabus shan’t write itself.

Heed that quality is only offered to the rich

So I borrowed my dearest friend, GPT. Best kept secret.

The virtuosity of education binned after being signed with red ink.

Boys at the back,

Forfeiture of sanity and compromised checks speak in vandal,

with “it’s all on their teachers” sold —

Boys at the back, they never listen to teachers. 

Their narrative sees through the anatomy, boys at the back become the boys in the face of disparity.

Boys at the back,

while teachers at the front firmly stand in their 7-year old shoes,

displaying irony after irony of forced patriotism

whereas the system experiments on the learners.

Heroes are what they are,

sore cheats of the system.

Boys at the back,

“Happy Teacher’s Day!” the iridescent glitter streaming down read,

parallel of a placard in crimson, paired with a megaphone on the other hand —

”Are teachers happy today?”

Boys at the back! 

along with teachers at the top who know better than to impose,

Lesson plans underway

but never about Science, English or disciplines we usually master.

There will always be the boys at the back in every classroom.

They will mock, laugh, shame

and throw crumpled paper at you to break your spirit.

Despite everything, you persist.

You must persist. 

Boys at the back —

because even at the front,

Nobody listens to the teachers.