Massacre

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the cries of the young bleed the air

sunken sockets like pits of despair

coloured a deep hue of blackened hopes


Their bodies stiff like shrunken shrouds

sorrow wallows in weathering rooms

a meek affair, a rude jester

defeaned ears and distanced disgust

left alone with their crocks of plea


Behold! the exam season!   

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