Break time clatters, clinks,
Where the whiteboard pauses to think.
Most precious time
Pitter-patter, laughter, and crunches of chips,
Praying for the end bell to never ring.
Loud chatter and happy gossip,
Being humble and quiet within backbiting rhyme,
Becomes a universal crime.
There is a ruler in every single classroom kingdom,
Kindness is never met like the sympathy of home.
Cruel rehearsals practiced in every break time,
A free verse within a sad rhyme.
A bottle cap became a terror,
Rolling every time intentionally on the white floor.
“Pick it up! Pumpkin should do it to lose some weight~
For good, don’t be late.”
So many audience, grasping the best scene
Why are growing pupils so mean?
Knees hit the floor
Authority and power
Shrink my back more and more.
Why do we come here to learn?
Bright walls lose their fun.
Every day, rehearsals of cruelty,
Kids misuse the light of authority.
Overlooked shadows teachers forget to catch,
That’s how the world finds its future cruel match.
No one stands for justice,
One against a crowd seems hectic.
Power stands on a silent pulse, frantic,
Within countless pages and books of heavy load
Why was this lesson never on the board?