New sounds of grateful pupils,
They learn what they want as long as their attempts are futile.
Want nothing,
Receive less.
The veiled shouting,
Gets undressed,
***, drugs,
Violence, jugs,
It's all the same when the siren tugs.
Our age of the noise,
The followers of a voice,
Doing not what is right,
But the new dawn of our snake's bite!