Classwork
CLASSWORK
Still on the chalkboard
Miss Teacher fell like a ply board
As horrible chants hovers
Fear and shock linger all-over
In tears our Headmistress yelled
Uniform man between her thigh led
Exactly break time for Lunch
In separate routes we launch
The school suddenly went ablaze
Behold home too was in ash amaze
Mothers flee their breast attachment
Accompanied with death they went
Homelessness, malnutrition, and loss rained
No wounds I sustained
But the moral wounds still suck
I could recall Miss Teacher's classwork
Find the meaning of the following;
Genocide, massacre, and Holocaust
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