Move, move, here moves the sea, Into the land it moves Possessed with some Deadly Sins, Tempted, corrupted, transpassed. The evil spirits of the ocean Swallows this Virgin Island And vomits, due to indigestion, The vapors of melting recognition. Sauron’s eye must be hanging Invisibly above the darkest realms, And laughing to its heart’s content As it perceives the ridiculous scene That perversion be the principle When it comes to selecting people: Elites are fools who know the rules, And exams are nonsense that makes no sense. Morons rule and intellectuals fail. Some scholars are respectable, But others are incomprehensible. Doomed are the current institutions And the future of higher education When grad-school becomes a trend And learning subordinates to Master’s Degree When it comes to benefits to outlive the society. From the words of a light of contemplation And the mind of a profound torch of fire I read some essence of logic and knowledge To which I now pay my homage. Let the raindrops of decadence befall This island of short-sighted vision, For now calls on me blows of an Old-Dominion horn Before return it shall this glimmering ocean. --

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