《Paint Me a Poetry》19: Riling Classes

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The balance is gone,

Normal life is done.

Shadows cloaked the sun,

Protocols imprisoned man.

Schools then close its doors,

Alternative they enforce.

Module and internet are the source,

Of the new learning course.

Complications now arise,

The written lesson burn eyes.

Online discussion does not suffice,

Frustration becomes the only price.

Tasks continue to pile in the aisle,

But the lesson's unprocessed for a while.

Confusing modules trigger rile,

And the signal is mostly vile.

Whichever method, online or not,

Has always been a stupid plot.

It's an ungrateful scheme where you sat,

Only to realize you can't learn that.

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