IT’S a fact dead decay very fast

a poem by R.A. Jacob

 IT’S a fact dead decay very fast,
Three days will make things foul,
Thirty days without burial,
Ravens will me devour.

Don’t make me a pickle,
I am a human, who breathes,
You may call it management, 
Yet under your decisions, I reel.

For the betterment of the institution,
A human should die,
The temple of learning, 
Requires a priest to be sacrificed.

I have learnt in this temple,
The fundamental rule of life, 
Do not be over-concerned, 
Or you will pay with your life.

If students are wrong, 
Just close your eyes,
They are your ultimate employers,
If they complain it means, demise.

I wrote this poem when I was in Prabhu Dayal Public School.I was told to leave the job and was given one month's notice and in this one month period I had to continue to teach the students