The School Wrong (or the Wrong School)
| We're driven here from far and wide, |
From Cooma hill and Snowy gaol.
To suffer bravely side by side
From whip and rack and flail.
Monaro High, Monaro High,
Oh, hear that mournful cry.
In the deceased are friends who weren't released,
Oh, what a way to die.
So on we're pressed, we cannot hide,
But this is education's tool
We're sorely beat or crucified
By those with lust to rule.
In tests we'r5e done, not anyone,
Unscathed jouns the workday throng.
A hand, a hide from everyone,
To keep where we are gone.
Vicky Olsson 51
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