When Will This End
Another colleague had to die,
This is such a senseless crime.
How many of us must still take a knife or bullet,
Before our voices will be heard.
We protect everyone’s’ kids so that can feel safe,
Always have to be strong and brave.
But who protect us, from horrendous acts of violence?
If children are the tyrants.
Parents don’t take responsibility for their kid’s disease,
They blamed their behavior on the deceased.
Always tell us we are too strict,
Or we just want to pick on their little kids.
But what if your child behave like a gangster?
The class prankster.
Disruptive and rude, he and his brood.
Pulled out a gun and shot a woman’s husband,
Children’s father, a sister brother,
Parent’s son, and learner’s teacher.
When, and how will this end?
We as colleagues are unable to comprehend.
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2021
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