Dear School
No more shall I see
your shape like a wide vee,
your octagonal library,
your spreading cedar
(Lebanon). No leader,
nor town planner was a heeder.
Although you are there
we all must go elsewhere,
schoolgirls scattered here and there.
We were happy there;
younger children won’t care
about your historical air.
All our lives have been
scarred by an unseen
ideological has-been.
I am not including a Bible verse today. If you’d like to read a post about difficulties and a verse, click here.
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