No more pencils no more books.....

I cast a look of discernment like a shadow
On scholars eager for summer to break them into a million pieces
Emancipating their encumbered lives from routines and bells
Their eyes are eager to stare down questions and make them snitch
As shaky hands try to revive deceased trees with lead answers
Fingernails fall prey to sharp teeth drunk on nervousness
Squeaky desks alarm the timid walls of the classroom
That bold and brave boys
And gallant and gutsy girls
Can do more than we give them credit for.