My Book of Poems

School

Walls of confinement
Chains of restrict
A boot camp of misery
A prison built of bricks

Forced to endure the suffering
Carrying heavy weights on our backs
Make the slightest mistake
And like predators, they attack

Given tonnes of tasks
That make our hearts drop
Given tests and exams
And working nonstop

Yes, this is our juvenile
Our punishment so cruel
The sight itself is a horror
It's cursed name is; school