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Day One

I watched the school bus gobble up
its victims one by one;
like some gigantic predator
it even ate my son.
It hypnotized its innocent prey
with bright and flashing eye;
it swallowed children whole
before they even waved goodbye.

Though burdened with their textbooks,
symbolic of their call,
these martyrs of curriculum
still dreamed of playing ball.
I marvelled at the carefree way
such heroes met their fate,
and there I stood, a weakling,
crying at the gate.

By Alma Barkman