The Backbencher’s View
“Every student deserves to sit in front.”
A little boy wrote something on his hand,
A principle some may only understand.
First day of school, the child complained,
“The rows of chairs should be rearranged!”
Some didn’t listen, some said, “Shut up!”
The child wondered, then a moment stopped.
As a latecomer, there was no choice,
Just sit at the back, together with the boys.
“There’s something wrong. Something wrong.”
From all smart ones, he felt he didn’t belong.
At the front, the back rows looked normal,
But at the back, it shouldn’t be as usual.
Mostly, bullying and fighting happened at the back,
For it was viewed as the naughty pupils’ track.
The child’s title: “The King of Rage.”
“It’s righteous indignation.” He could not change.
A system script, making an “unfair fate,”
All grown-ups act when it’s too late.
The child grew up, who wished for fairness,
In his acts today, we can truly witness.
He’s not yet done with sharing his view,
But he’ll make it on top, as always. He knew.
