I'm writing a poem
When the class,
Calm down for a while
To understand the whole problem,
To grasp the whole shift
Change in silence
We will all stand in silence,
Change is a cry of despair
When the old has no place
Among the living
The disciples stand in grief
Covering their faces in mourning,
Change is not a holiday
This is a cry of anguish
This minute is over,
They will sit down at the tables again,
A new turmoil will begin
Barrels will shoot life.
You are going to the holiday
Close your face with a smile
What is joy for you
For others, it is pain.
Pain
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