Scolded

A laughter once heard loud and clear,
Now does not appear to be on the heels...
Of one then taunted.
In fact,
Not a hint of a smile dares to approach...
Those faces on heads bowed so low.

It is almost as if...
They have been scolded,
By a superior being delighted to mold.
And who waited to see them trip.
Before applying fresh versions of annoyance,
Mixed with agitation.
To teach and erase those of mental conflict.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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