Wither school management: A poem

 


POEM

A booming voice, a mocking, cruel sneer,
Fills young hearts with paralyzing fear.
With stinging words, she tears their parents down,
And rules the class with an iron frown.

The children tremble, trapped within her gaze,
A quiet fear that lasts for all their days.
Their fragile spirits broken, scarred, and bowed,
Beneath the shadow of this tyrant cloud.   

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