A School of Thought

A bright morning in school shouts of ‘Hey, video show on the Black Hole! Assemble in the auditorium’ greet                 the air! Wow! No boring lectures today! another video; another learning doors close, blinds slide the show begins- the black hole dark energy dark matter dark speed fascinating! Sudden shouts, the teacher ‘quickly all of you under the tables lie still, don’t move don’t breathe! a shocked soul stuffing a tie into his mouth to stop that fearful scream the black boots of death approaching, ever nearing the mindless staccato of deadly shots piercing screams, then unnatural silence the boy lying ‘like dead’                                             the black boots pumping lead. every nerve screaming silently in intense agony Whirling thoughts- is the black hole up there or down here! who is the thinker who is the doer in this swirling vortex of hate! dark energy dark thoughts dark actions! Returning to school after an extended winter break completely renovated buildings all traces of the gruesome attack seemingly wiped out greetings of ‘hey, you are alive’ fill the air! A lonesome soul sitting forlorn in an empty class head on the desk, eyes tightly shut, fists clenched uncontrolled tears thirty winsome faces refusing to go away  the silent scream always returning   Can the ‘new look’ ever erase images in the mind’s eye? what is the solace? this heart will seek? will this tender bud ever understand the terrible fragility of  this thing called life? that every action has a reaction of value in hindsight!   The CCTVs, the whirring cameras capturing moments for another video for another learning for whom? for what?  From the annals of a school anywhere in the world!