Class is sink..
Walls are white..
A white board is against the wall..
The room is clear!
Students are seated...
Wearing dark clothing...
As if there was a funeral..
The atmosphere is dreary!
A front office and in the middle of the table...
Dominant and imposing...
The teacher is seated tyrannical
With brightly colored...
And dark at the same time!
It requires an immediate response..
A total...
knowledge over everything...
And an inability to make a mistake!
A problem of law must be fair..
Law and especially accurate...
The error is prohibited..
And heavily penalized!
How successful right with that?
How can I be sure of succeeding?
How not to live with uncertainty?
How to keep our heads high when you do not know?
Lionel.Dub.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I try to put myself as the beneficiary of the mistake and it does not take to lone to wind that law where it belongs..wrapped around the right finger...thank you my friend for allowing me the comment...iip