Tall brown walls
puncture my happiness.
The valley of my week
begins.
Before me lies five hands
with six hour long fingers
to claw at my tolerance.
A bell clangs,
and like a swarm
of angry bees,
the masses explode
into crowded corridors
and cracked cement paths.
Feet drag to feeding tigers.
"Here ya go, Math!
Atta girl, English:
there's an extra portion
for you!"
The beast gulp down
reluctant students,
only to regurgitate them
in fifty-one minutes
and trade delicacies.
The process continues
while select victims escape
under steel walls,
and forged passports
by educational vigilantes.
After six meals,
the hungry animals
curls up to sleep,
releasing programmed minds
to unfurl thoughts
and regain sanity.
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