Disclaimers ‘n’ crap: Haihai peeps! I’m not going to say what this poem is about because that’ll ruin the fun. So please, read, review, enjoy!

A giant room of screaming souls

Under the oppressor.

An endless list of written words

Comes into being at their request

And at our labor.

Failure to comply

Results in the whip.

Hours pass, endless time of suffering

Until we are relieved, liberated

By the stroke of 3 O’Clock.

Within the yellow block of cold

We wait, until we arrive home.

We rush outside, greeting the warm sunlight

Like and old friend.

We enter our abode of comfort

And our parents inquire

“How was school?”