Black board and white chalks,
with a message "no racism" written under the clock.
Desk and chairs in row,
tell the cycles of sorrow.
there were a group of bully,
who disturbs her daily.
still she gathers all her courage,
to fight bullies with unnecessary rage.
calling her names,
tries to degrade her fame.
make fun of her looks
her inner beauty shooks.
cutting her long hairs,
telling her, she wasn't that fair.
she was just a source of entertainment,
saying this is her only achievement.
Boys are bullied too,
only the last seat knew.
covering his bruised face,
"why they do so" he says.
hiding himself in restrooms,
don't want them to find him soon,
living on low self esteem,
his blood used to steams.
Bullies can be girls or boys,
and victims regard less of genders are their favorite toys.
They used to be in groups,
think its make them huge.
victims are always alone,
their real strength are shown.
all their stories were scribbled on the last seat,
until its repeats.
the child who used to be happy,
leave the world which is now shabby,
up in haven they ask god,
why they create these self considering lords.
That last seat is still empty,
waiting for another victim to feel nasty.
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