Classroom Musings I

Ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing to you the obscure ,unfathomable collection of all the scribblings I do in my classroom lectures at the back of my otherwise, spotlessly clean notes copy. This series shall henceforth be known as Classroom Musings.
Here's a poem written by me during one of my boring lectures.
It's called "Spirits"

Through all the upheavels,
I've come out.
Through all the endless tunnels,
I could shout.
Through all the mediocrities,
I've raised my head.
Through all the enmities,
I've forgiven the dead.

The soldier in me will fight for himself.
He will bear the pain of the blades,
He will survive the eternal crusades.