Weep! Wail! Bemoan your fate!
For today is Undoubtedly an Unhappy Date!
And all passing by must say
“Since they’ve Broken the Rules they now must Pay.”

“11D has Flagrantly Flouted School Rules!-They’re Doomed!”
The word goes round the staff room.
We stand there, Ashamed, but also Annoyed
Our Classroom upstairs is left Void.

And small kids who pass and who know us by sight
Ask “What are you doing here” the fact of in spite
That only the Punished stand here Miserably
“We’re Striking”, we say, full of Bitter Irony.

“And why did you talk, when I told you not?”
Well Sr, it was ‘cos the class was so hot
And if we had not spoken out of turn
The heat-filled Silence would have made us Burn.

Because we felt that we cared more about
The Peace Within, than the peace without
And needed to thrash out with our friends
The hows and the whys, the starts and the ends.

But Of Course we did not tell this to Sister,
She would have applied to our Ears the Twister
So we meekly said sorry and scurried off like Rats
And forgot the Scolding along with our Maths.