Scolded Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A laughter once heard loud and clear,
Now does not appear to be on the heels...
Of one then taunted.
In fact,
Not a hint of a smile dares to approach...
Those faces on heads bowed so low.

It is almost as if...
They have been scolded,
By a superior being delighted to mold.
And who waited to see them trip.
Before applying fresh versions of annoyance,
Mixed with agitation.
To teach and erase those of mental conflict.