These faces are our future,
Our hopes,
Our nation-builders.
But today,
They’re just kids,
Mischievous and full of energy.
Writing a test,
Eyes concentrated,
Silent, scraping their brain.
One finishes writing,
Eyes me, and I nod.
She stands up.
Hands in her paper,
And with a swish of her kira,
Gone.
The others hurry,
Looks at each other,
Looks at me.
Another exits.
Hurried scribbles.
More footsteps.
The classroom empties.
Everyone leaves.
It’s finished.
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