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Kunama 1958


In Exam Time

(With apologies to Thomas Nash)


Adieu! Farewell earth's bliss!
Our work uncertain is;
Slim are our hopes of passes
Examiners prove them all but farces.
No good for us to wail,
"We are sick. We must fail."
Examiners, have mercy on us.

Maths men, trust not in figures,
Tables cannot prove you right.
English itself will fade...
All things to end are made.
We all grow quiet pale,
We are sick, we must fail.
Examiners have mercy on us.

Come, then, my trusty friend,
Examinations, too will end
Let us turn another page,
Exams are but a passing stage.
Meantime, heed our tale:
We are sick, we must fail.
Examiners, have mercy on us!

BETTY FEILEN, 5th Year


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