Not a single word was made
that morning, at school, at eight
suffocating was the air
the floor was bloody everywhere
The smell of burned flesh and skin
mixed with the scent of gasoline
silence and chaos ruled the school
the students thought it was cool
Stabbed to death, crucified or starved
teachers’ faces in the wall were carved
no adult was to be found
the school was buried into the ground
No one remembered the episode since
no one alive could tell of the lynch’
those who knew went crazy or lied
… were my last words before I fired the gun and died
follow the white rabbit ... 