The Viper Tells a Rhyme Tale

I ask, at what cost? Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve. The viper’s warning is curtailed. Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay. The viper’s ambush is prepared. Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning. The teacher prepares to pounce. Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting. Status quo, they begin to denounce. Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation. Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans. Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering. Who trespassed within the kindergartens? Forty Years now lost.