School where we started our journey
Made friends, strangers nowadays
It was great fun with new learns
Building imaginary costly urn
Sometimes teachers were as cold as ice,
They always taught us to behave nice
What a nice place with no menace
Proper dress and creating no nuisance
Cracking jokes and friend’s late come
Makes us jump out of the seats and cry
It was always a part of our memory
With no everlasting garden of flowery
I remember the effect of lessons
We get even night dreams thinking
Is Alpha, beta, periodic tables a lullaby sings?
We need always give the best in every hour
Either a
Chemistry reactions with Concentrated H2SO4
Or
Mugging trigonometric identities
Always made to work hard to get marks more
We fell once school is such a jail
Eyes half-open, shoelaces undone
Then come to a mother word
Your homework still not done
Late a minute in wake up
Have to run fast to avoid Culp
Not to have morning sit up
To avoid scolding of the teachers
Always we manage time to pick up
Our parents give us bribe
Get good marks and have a price
Friends Reunion remain to be desires
To rend seas asunder the fires
Talkback to teachers, and detention we serve
No doubt, it is sometimes what we deserve.
That what my school memories curves.

Stop!
Halt!
Put your hands up?
Don't move?

All the above are directives?
And one slight move can be the end of you?

We see it.
We hear it reported upon the news
Some are racists in various ways.

Then others just centered around not stopping to obey.
Anyone aiming a weapon
Controls everything.

But the first four-line mean everything.

Pretends it's your parent speaking.
Talkback.
You comprehend the consequences.

Cause the solution not going to be good.

Stay there?
I give you a reason.
Come here, now!
So you act like I'm talking to myself?
Or keep pretending you don't hear me.

Yes, when reflecting back?
You remember those old school parents saying?
They were powerful.
They were demanding.
They were direct.

In those days, you comprehend respect.
And nothing less.
Just by the tone of mom and especially dad you knew exactly what they meant?

And what was about to occur?
Talkback?
Go ahead, if you wanted too?

Some knew how that hole in the wall gotten there?
If you had siblings?
You mainly had one that wanted to brave up?
And got clobbered back down.

Even when siblings advise them to stay down?
This was back in the day.