The First Day Of School             By:Bart Muzzin

        Outside,
        The outsider in the yard.
        The evil stares,
        I looked at my feet.
        I felt their anxious tension,
        And prayed for the earth shattering signal.

        Off my young bones the vultures picked.
        I should have been their last recess victim.
        But the anger and the violence infected the school.

        Arranged neatly row by row,
        They created a crossfire in the institution.
        The agrivation of insuboridnation,
        Seemed limited for hell and damnation.

        One day,
        A day like unlike any other,
        Except for the usual routine,
        They picked the weak too hard.
        My only friend,
        The one they chose,
        was dead by his hands.

        And all the resentment,
        And blame in the world coud be placed on these children.
        So I felt duty to put more than my share on each of them.
        Reposessing life is a tricky business.

        They have moved me to a new institution new.
        Much similar to the last,
        They torture me here too.
        Whatever shall I do to them?