Marks

Dear marks,

You are the reason for many a life darks;

Because of you a child can't play,

And s/he has nothing to say.

What do you want to do if s/he doesn't know Math?

But he can do better than he hath.

Who are you to force him/her for Science?

Whereas s/he knows more of Renaissance .

Who has given you the right to judge?

And to create a domestic grudge.

Why can't you just let the imagination fly?

Rather than leave the soul to cry.

Why do you suck mind of everyone?

And kill all his/her fun.

But I'm sure you won't understand the pun.

Because you want yoursel, i.e. marks,

And make many a life dark.