They're Here

The hellish glow emanates from the building
A deep red, fiery, glow

They expect us to walk in willingly
Carefree, prepared, even "happy"

They want us to sit for hours
Answering, writing, scribbling.

We ask why this torture must be thrust upon us
Like a whip to a horse

Treated like slaves
We listen and obey

The question falls back to why
Why do we listen and obey?

'Cause if we fail the finals
we're screwed. XD