On a beautiful Monday,
The place I dressed in shirt and trouser,
Sometimes with tie and suit,
Legs with sandals saddled, shoes fastened,
Now a place I goes with shorts and slippers.
On a school opening day,
The place of learning and character,
Where passions and compassions are incorporated,
Into statistical analysis and formulas,
Now a place of plays and plucks of fruits.
On a second semester like this,
Where songs and gongs are played,
Full of merries, berries everywhere,
Young unionist, sharpening their ambition,
Now soundless and voiceless site.
You are robbing my passion for my citadel,
I have just a question for you,
What have you done to my dear FSS?
Dear, FSSites, I miss you all.
FSSIB SU President’20