Monday, February 28, 2011

Sonnet

Imagine a school where all hope is lost
The halls are darkened with the students souls
Quality education but at what cost
coughs echo through the halls dead and frozen with colds

Commandingly the bell forces us on
Students move on slowly dragging their feet
Why oh why have their ambitions moved on
Finishing a class is now quite a feat

The grades are high but with moral so low
Our minds have been sharpened but our hearts dulled
Our own minds have become our greatest foe
Our souls are pulled into sleep if lulled

This school is trying to bring us all up
But it is only pushing us all down.

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