Ode to ICT UNN




To ICT UNN, I extend my greetings,  

Hoping this message finds you in well-being.

Witnessing students' plight, despite intentions pure,  

In domains where excellence should endure.  

Your staff, akin to gods, in office throne,  

Dispensing directives, to students' groan.

Far be it, that I should be without help,

In a system where favoritism dwells.  

Within academia's corrupt embrace,  

Education's conductor, flawed in its pace.

The country, in need of divine grace,  

Leaves your efforts seeming a futile chase.


© Ebube
 

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