A class performance

“Next up is class 12B!” Parents stand up to cheer, the class hurrying onto the stage. ¬†After a moments pause, the teacher counts them in, the soft hum of the piano slowly drifting them into the beat. All the children sing, little bodies swaying as they bellow out the words they had practised for weeks…

Society thrusts their chains onto the unspoilt

You are on a tight rope, do you get it? I really don’t think you do, Each cautiously placed step could be your last You better hope that rope sticks like glue. The choice was yours, at sixteen, Youth pulsing through your blood you were asked to choose, Body not finished growing mind still caged…