Outrage breaks into a school
Crashing like a rampage rumors and here-say fueled
Elderly teachers run for cover
Barely more than products of their day
Students in their masses conspire and assemble
Fingers point and frowns flare dorm room doors are left splayed
The faculty, merely hairy politicians exit
Ideas beyond the books are traded like black market goods
The young cling to the sides of eroding hills under lost umbrellas
Under the old ruins of the last age
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