We Are The Children

The teacher arrives

So does the falsity

The students

Lining up in the halls

Emotionless,

Nervous

Their pale blue shirts 

Paint an eerie glow on the white walls

They stand

They sit

Quietly

The books fill their bags

They are watched

They pretend to forget

They are silent 

To talk of drugs

No, we are the school

To talk of sex

No, we are the adults

To talk of misbehavior

No, we are the teachers

They observe to be content

They leave their students

With a promise of good

The teachers are gone

A secret world opens

To talk of the crazy

Yes

The funny and the serious

Yes

The “legal” and the truth

Yes

The love, the lies, the hate

We say Yes

We are the children