The little boy hid his head

When the teacher called his name

Skinny arms showed the bones

How life was not a game

Feeling stupid dazed embarrassed, too

Frozen on the spot of dread

All went blank in the world

Of a child a little less than dead

Fear sealed his mouth stripped the sound

No answer was to come

He sat alone stalked and drained

What else could be done?

Brown eyes turned down head peeled away

Dread like heavy lead appeared

As the teacher hawked more of laden's blame

His cursed heavy heart swelled to sink

In the moment when he could not think

He shut his eyes he would not blink

The sky turned grey sun shot to death

While his mind raced like a psychopath

Breath slowed conflicted thoughts did not quit

Answers snatched away, she dared to solicit

Tear filled eyes face so grasping pink

A taunted boy so much on the brink

Others laughed, jeered and mocked

Fever pushed his head in undue shock

An endless moment of ill-spurred repose

The rape had occurred deep down to his toes

His heart froze up pumped no blood

Memories soaked in moist grey mud

She'd never understand why he did refuse

But, if Head mistress had ever walked a mile

In the flat soles of his guilt stained shoes

She'd resign herself to words unsaid

While observing all the clues

But, deep inside, he masked the stabbing pain

Sweet silent dignity covered remnants of the shame

He knew, with favored time and chance on his side

One day he'd be strong enough to rise with the tide

To change the world with inference

He gasped a sigh of raw indifference

Claiming the brunt edge of his defiant acts

Compensated by life's raw unaided facts

It did not matter what words he said

His fated course had been decided

In that indelibly imprinted harrowed bed