School is like a prison,
They don't care about your closing time -
They just care that you have keen precision.
Football, activities, none of them matter,
Well maybe the former does more than the latter.
To do or to die,
Every assignment completed on time.
Classes like skyscrapers,
Reaching up high.
Making mountains out of molehills,
That's what they like.
A place where children are prisoners - clinging to chains,
Kaleidoscope colors are all that they gain.
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K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
