Our Agreement

Our agreement is again bridged;
All the promises abridged like a broken bridge.

We are not taking this from them,
We don’t care about student’s feelings or them.

The language of dialogue is fickle,
Their tongue’s thoughts are so trickle.

Let their four years turn six;
Their time be stolen and mixed
With dilemma in six fold.
For this story will be told.

For our voices must be bold and heard;
Our belly must be full and hard.

Let there be indefinite strike,
Even the god of thunder shivers when they strike.

For if our requests are not answered,
The future of the students will be left unanswered.

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