people walking, coming, going
mild chaos. bo one knowing
what to do or where to be
they’re all lost including me
Teachers bustling, fast’n’busy
Students look for friends to see
Just as quickly, all are gone
a pin pin could ring out like a gong
along this lonely hallway dear
searching for a single ear
students, children, mock and tease
to bring another to his knees
I have to wonder if the know
the hypocrisy that there mouths doth blow
they get a laugh but at what cost
is yet another child lost?
Lost to a life of sin and vice
’cause no one to him was nice
it seems to me to be a waste
for 18 years without a taste
of sweeat vict’ry called respect
has he really any prospect?
down the halls are walking feet
the click where heal and floor doth meet
signalling to those who chose to hear
somone new is drawing near
a broom is sliding cross the floor
doomed to sweep for ever more
a janitor has the simple pleasure
to keep the floor a cleaner measure
names written ‘pon the walls
a voice from up there to me calls
“the next name up here could be you
if only you be wanting to”
Their names forever more
upon the wall, above the door
making sure we don’t forget
the expectation that they met