Tick-tock-tick-tock 45 minuets go by

I see the girl wipe her eye

Yet another victim of the carelessness others

Given her druthers

She just stays silent

Understanding why she could not have chosen violence

Our teacher doesn’t understand old and frail his times have changed

Girls don’t wait for arrangements to be made

Still waiting no one comes to her aide

Girls kiss and do much worse

To me the teacher must think this is a curse

Still going his words cut like blades

Everyone now sees her as a downgrade

Mocked the girl is, seducing boys looking for love

None of which she ever speaks of

As the bell rings

She picks up her stuff and leaves

The madness of our teacher’s words

Yet he still holds all the cards

Nothing is done nothing is said

this nightmare will never end