The invasion has started, the enemies
have reinforced their flanks,
the soldiers are on the watch-out,
for the weapons in their hands.
Those weapons are so sharp, they
can unlock the secrets in their heads,
the army struggles on, to face
grim days of imprisonment ahead.
The troops are slowly losing
the battle to their foes,
freedom depends, on the ability
to withstand the most.
The enemies are too smart
not an inch are they retreating,
their comrades are slowly giving in
to the enemies’ way of thinking.
Their enemies have promised blue skies
for those who pass their tribunal,
but for the rest who do not waver
they warn of a blood red battle.
Confined within four walls, victims
for one hundred and ninety days,
yet have to be polite to their gaolers
for their short escapades.
Please and thank you, their wardens
demand, they have to obey every rule,
Wait, when November comes, they’ll
make their great escape from school.
