Wars of School

everyday it's likes drums at school bang, bang, bong.
WW2 planes flying in halls.
students dominated by striking teachers.
colors of a junk drive flashes red and white as emergcy lights of the first month of war.
your eyes on the clocks as a soldier forces on a target.
waiting until the day end of ease as a young soldier wait until war end of deeds.

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