Creature known as Engineer

We’ve endured years of anguish
As if we were in purgatory.
We’ve borne a sack of cotton,
Labeled ‘Expectations’,
Weighing over a zillion tonnes,
But the weight doesn’t concern
the masses, does it?
‘It’s cotton after all,
It’s ought to be light’, they say.

We say the weight was more than enough,
For, we were unable to raise our hands,
Much less our voices.


Everything we worked
Our asses off for is ruined.
We are graciously robbed of our gold,
I say again,
We are ‘graciously’ robbed of our gold,
Just for some clips,
And some superficial knowledge
Which is like a footprint in the sand,
It fades away.

And lemme tell you,
Those clips are meant to be
Viewed a day before assessment,
That too at supersonic speed.


But flaws in the masses won’t matter,
Whatever might be the condition,
The halfwits believe we can face it.
Because we aren’t humans,
No! No way we can be humans,
They can’t survive such despair,
But we do survive the despair
We’re creatures known as engineers!