Slipping Through

They say, "This is your time,

Better grasp it now."

But I can't help but wonder

And cry out, "How?"

In a hall packed with students,

Too many to name,

We understand you wont know us,

And for that, you’re not to blame.

But your boredom is exposed

When you read from the screen.

With lectures this monotonous,

We are forced to guzzle caffeine.

We need teachers who teach

And don't read from the wall.

These are our futures at stake,

But you don't seem to care at all.

Get involved with your class,

Don't shove their nose a book.

Or you better refund their money

For the "class" they just took.

Sure, you give us the formulas,

Just enough to pass the test,

But what about real life?

What about the rest?

Link this knowledge with real life,

Teach us the various results,

So that we may become

Much more promising adults.

And yet, don't spoon-feed us

As if we’re all babies,

Still give us a challenge,

One we all remember into our eighties.

Show some passion for the subject

You say you hold dear.

Go beyond the facts and the formulas,

Kick it into high gear.

With a fresh, new take

On this knowledge so great,

It won’t slip through our grasp,

But encourage a more promising fate.