Late To School
The stick stung like scorpion
On his flesh
His face squeezes in smile
Of great pain
He scratches voilently
Trying to find some soothes
He is late to school
And he does 100 metres
All the way
All this he does only
To recieves lashes on his
back
The teacher has turned to
Be the punisher
As she stood with a face
That is covered with cloud
Of anger,that scares all
away.
Copyright © Dumejes Momalife | Year Posted 2013
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