Thirty kids sit while their minds expand
Waiting in the cold seats for the bell to toot
Staring at the board, they cannot understand.

Copying and learning at her command
Their creativity shattered and minute
Thirty kids sit while their minds expand

Called on to answer from the raise of a hand
The false facade of being in repute
Staring at the board, they cannot understand.

Forced to bear it, forced to withstand
The horrifying terror of the triangle which is acute
Thirty kids sit while their minds expand.

Eyes getting heavier, the period is bland
She puts us to sleep like the melody of a flute.
Staring at the board, they cannot understand.

Wanting to help the kids is what she planned
Yet with all her hard work, not one salute
Thirty kids sit while their minds expand,
Staring at the board, they cannot understand.