A place of wonder
enclosing the little man
behind his dark desk.

In our dining hall
upon the tables throughout
breeds discontentment.

The once white rose
lies bleeding at the foot of
the clock tower now.

Mushroom clouds bubbling
sizzling heat roams the landscape
killing all knowledge.

The thinking of youth
is the thought of tomorrow
and carries such pride.

The shining green orb
that has caused Adam to fall
lies where shame left it.

A book on the shelf
it reminds me of myself
full of words, nothing else.

War is not a game
at least that is what they say
I don't understand.

The Third World starving
struggling to remain alive
I must get along.

Rules, regulations
no scope for our free thinking
minds; soon to be gone.

A true magazine
hopefully is not wasted
by idle people.

UPPER SIXTH ENGLISH SET