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A Troubled Classroom
by
Joris John Heise
Six souls seethe here, Their hearts alert to hurt--
A tough-guy stance, a leave-me-be--they all
Now sandpaper pained selves. Within, they crawl
From pasts that haunt them, half their years--the dirt,
Achieved, sticks glue-like inside minds. Covert
Arachnids mess in their night-minds, and fall
From mouths prepared to spew or push, to call
For toxic terms, for what’s a daily brawl.
It need not be. The secrets in their souls
Form flowers fading, sky upclouding, hope
Withdrawing like a tide, though spring is near;
If they can only calm, let blooms appear,
Sense care we teachers pour, loose dulling dope--
They yet may smile, to grasp great, golden goals.
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