The boy who sits in the back

Doesn’t care about the class

He hates the school

He hates the subject

He hates the class

And he hates the teacher

But he can’t do anything about that

 

The school dresses him in prison colours

The class he’s in is slow

The teacher does not help him

So where has he to go?

 

She thinks of him as a misfit

The one with the nasty fro

She thinks of his race

And finds him as slow.

 

We are all annoyed

We all are the same

But he feels the oppression

That turns to his depression

 

He missed out on life

The one which he lived

Because he did not fit

In the environment