When will the bell ring, ending this exhaustion?
How long have they pulled the leash, straining us apart?
My unruly pack of hounds, I'm spent, unable to start
Them on another futile chase of knowledge they despise.

No more can I bear the weight of those books on the desks,
A score of sloppy pages, blotted and scrawled with neglect.
Their careless work insults me, a constant,...