I sit inside our little white box room
Without windows, inhaling the mold.
My classmates and I are filled with gloom,
As the arctic AC makes us catch cold.
We beg and we plead for funds we need
To afford to go to competition,
And yet we are overlooked to feed
The greedy sports ever failing mission
To win, to beat, to shred other teams.
All we wanted was to buy costumes
And to fulfill our creative dreams.
Instead, our school just sits there and grooms
Their precious losing football crew,
Rather than their champion drama troupe.
Tell me now what makes more sense to you?
Why are sports still the most important group?
When we refuse to fund the arts,
We all grow up without our hearts.