With quill held high, like spear in hand they stand,
Pocahontas youth, a righteous, valiant band.
Their voices ring, a chorus bold and clear,
For knowledge is their cause, their purpose dear.
For cruel decree has reached their hallowed hall,
To slash the funds that lift them one and all.
The tools of learning, sharpened through the years,
College-bound dreams, now dimmed by rising fears.
But fret not, Muses! Though the purse strings tighten,
Their spirits soar, with kindled wit they fighten.
No tyrant's hand shall quench their thirst for light,
These kindled minds will pierce the coming night.
So heed their plea, ye powers that hold the purse,
Lest learning's flame within these students disperse.
For education is a jewel beyond compare,
Invest in them, and reap a future rich and rare.
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