December 12, 1977 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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The Schoolyard

They mold our children's lives
		in the schoolyard.
They act like bees in hives
		in the schoolyard
The regiment stops at the bell
		in the schoolyard
If you don't behave you go to hell
		in the schoolyard.

I view the little children,
	Innocent,
	Beguiling,
	Touching,
			...at play.
From my window I watch
			their lives decay.
The bell rings
			STOP
	cease moving now
The schoolyard
			Microcosm of society
			(An oft used phrase.)
Training like ants in an anthill.
			Authority
			not
			Concern
			*
	Schoolrooms become barracks
		No wonder nobody
			Wants to learn anymore
They're hardly given the chance

...Between the bells.

1977

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