Of dullness, with hands in the chest,
Of righteous Minerva’s coffers,
Plund’ring our established offer,
Of, already, excessive fees,
Burdensome, brings us to our knees,
And students now devoid of cash,
No means to supplement, they crash,
Down from lofty Aegean Mount;
No money found in Trevi’s fount.
Economists their mind’s teasing,
Daren’t suggest quantitative easing;
He cuts Theology from pure truth,
They struggle to afford a roof.
Literature scholars must forgo,
Their books, sold, to provide some dough;
Chemists stripped of alchemic throne,
Seek fabled Philosopher’s stone,
To provide respite to their plight,
And so they end their futile fight.
And Politics are up in arms,
“Unfair mandate, sound the alarm!”
Biology, with clarity,
Debunk Browne’s claim of humanity
Whilst History look to the past
And know coalition won’t last
Mr. Clegg starts to look away
Heroic students, with dismay,
Unite under liberty’s sign,
And reminisce of cheaper times.
When students were eyed with respect,
(And Whitehall
The future of society
With undue impropriety)
A lone student matriculates
(As forceful Browne does inculcate
His ‘fair’ case for exorbitance
Or merely his inordinance)
Alone, his mortarboard sits high
Above graves of scholars who die,
Now strangled beneath hefty loans,
Too burdenous to hear their moans.
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