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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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