Study Hall

Study Hall
By “Wordcoaster”
One Scrooge-like grandmother
Twenty grumbling kids
Feeling trapped, in a cage, by a tiger
Sharp claws, sharper fangs
Rage, enmity, even loathing thoughts
Fill the room
And though they are silent,
Their souls cry out
For freedom
So they whisper;
An act of defiance
The whispers grow
As does their courage
Till the tiger pounces again,
Striking down another victim
And hope fades  once  more
An hour later the cage is opened
And the kids, never looking back, flee