Dark friday

• Ahsan Zoolay, Grade 11
• Short Story
• 2004

The darkness gathers again,
Another assembly of injustice and pain.
The relentless echoe of hope,
Blown out by talkers throats.

The transition from blame,
Shoots arrows of shame.
No where to run and no where to hide,
Neither peace of mind.

Like tempers exploded,
Yet another heart is broken.
Winter cheer has been forgotten,
My darkest fears have started.

Like the end of a terrible week,
Flowers and petals have deceased.
Can you forget Friday,
The terrible dark Friday.