Lockers stand, hanging from their
hinges
A bell rings yet no one hears
Wind howls through the halls
The only sound interrupting the
silence
Books piled haphazardly in the
corner
Overlooked by book cases
gathering dust
Computers do not hum anymore
Nor do boards hold words
People look away as they pass by
Students scorn the likes
Grass grows slowly yellow
And birds find homes in the
gutters
No war has broken out
No, the school year’s end instead
Everyone home, suffering in the
heat
Piled under summer’s woe
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