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Pray For Lautech

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18 months and counting
Not everyone starving
Is suffering
Nor everyone suffering
Is starving.
A citadel of learning
Through the unwise cunnings
Of some, is now desolate.
Cobwebs and animal droppings
Flamboyantly now decorate
Classrooms.
Chairs
Which have once graced the buttocks
Of erudite scholars of old and new
Now pitiably rests the scaly underbelly
Of geckos and lizards
Dust coated lecture theatres
All apparatus not nailed
In tatters
Constituted authority
Can no longer solve this case
I beseech you
Oh Lord! Authority over all authorities!
Hear the cries of faithful servants
And shut the mouth of slimy sycophants
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#RE-OPEN-LAUTECH
#SOPHOCLES.

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