Suffer The Children

They sat and they stared straight ahead Absorbing each word that I said Angelic and silent, no whispered abuse No Alpha I felt I should dread The lunch bell was rung and their heads turned as one But then they just sat there and waited They only arose when my lecture was done Were they something that science created I said they could go and wouldn't you know It was like they shared one single mind They left, single file, they were quiet, they were slow After lunch… who knew what I might find * After lunch, I felt queasy, why was I uneasy Why did just one wear a grin that was cheesy This leader stood proud with no need to confer He blinked and each one said, “Good afternoon, Sir.” I’d left the door open but somehow it slammed Was I trapped in this room with these kids of the damned Their eyes focused on me; I needed to pray Then, as one, they muttered, “Is Sir okay?” “I’m fine,” I said, as their glare started to burn Then one said, “We’re eager to learn.” And, with that, they picked up their ballpoints and sat As if to say, “That, Sir… is that.” Their minds were receptive, they learned super fast They answered my questions before they were asked I soon understood; it was easy to see That each of these kids knew a lot more than me ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “And don’t you forget it,” a nagging voice said “Don’t you go sleeping on duty,” it said. Turned out the voice was the voice of the head Who, with his point made… then rapidly fled ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I woke to a very familiar scene So many delinquents where nightmares had been Chairs were in flight and one kid ate the chalk The one with the knee on his neck tried to talk Young Summer Rogers whose skirt was cut high Tried to allure me with glimpses of thigh And Billy was telling his gang a lewd joke While sat on his desk and enjoying a smoke Tracy had one lad’s tongue right down her throat Teddy was leaping on desks like a goat Wade was still trying to lose his virginity By grabbing at girls within close proximity But these are my kids who I’ve often berated And some Victor Frankenstein had incubated But I knew I’d nevermore let my mind roam I smiled to myself… cos I felt right at home.