A Pupil's Day
The bright blue sky
Pokka dotted herself
with cotton field clouds;
Below, beautiful green leaves
of proud standing trees
complimented the scene.
Then the news flash came:
“School bombed! Students killed!”
“Suspect escapes!”
As if on cue,
white clouds darkened;
sky tears slowly fell;
Today, it seems as if schools
are daily becoming
designated killing fields.
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