It’s a cold Friday morning
There is red in the skies it must be a warning
I can feel it all around me the darkness is dawning
I stand near the door to the hall
We are getting in line
All the years are going in
And I am stood next to an evil year nine
The teacher says good morning as she reads what’s going today
Come what may I will try and find somewhere I can hide and stay
All the bullies’ faces are staring towards the front
At break time is the beginning of the hunt
I write poems under there noses
In this school I am in the library
They hunt down people who play ring a ring a roses
The assembly finishes with a prayer
I ask god if it’s my life he can spare
A contest entry
- School Poems for poets up to age 18 by Emerald Lass.
450 points, ended March 18, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very well said, truly...
Surviving the school day!
Yes, and the bullies should all be in one class together with a police officer as the teacher. 
Seriously. I like your poem VERY much and thank you for sharing your talent with us. 
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